All that You Leave Behind

The toys watched him pack from their dusty cardboard box at the top of the shelf. They watched in silence as the door clicked with finality behind him. They sat in the echoing nothing that lingered after.

The nothing was broken by a sniffle. They looked down.

There, curled together in the corner, were the bogeyman under the bed and the closet monster. “What?” snapped the monster up at them. “You think you were the only things he left behind?”