This week’s task from Lorraine: weave a tale from the perspective of a child – your inner child, or someone else’s (as always not necessarily human). Use age appropriate thought patterns, reasoning and language. Don’t impose adult rationalities (or irrationalities) upon your child or your tale.
Our neighbour Mr Rum is a strange man. He lives alone at the end of our street. He walks past my house and nods to me as he goes.
I hear mummy and daddy talking about him. I like to listen to their conversations. They think Mr Rum is odd too.
After I am sent to bed I sneak out and listen at the top of the stairs to what mummy and daddy are talking about.
They think Mr Rum is dangerous as they don’t know anything about him.
One day I hid behind the fence at the back of Mr Rum’s. He came out of his house and sat in one of the two chairs he has set up in his yard. Mummy says there are two chairs but he never has any visitors. Then she rolled her eyes and looked at daddy and said, “Except for Mildred Thrup.” They both laughed at this. I don’t know why as Miss Thrup is a nice old lady.
So I was hiding and keeping very quiet when Mr Rum came out and sat in one of his chairs. He was very comfortable I could tell as he started to drift off to sleep. Then he sat up and looked at the other chair and began talking to it.
But he stopped after a few minutes and looked towards where I was hiding. Then I hear him say, “Alice come out and join me for some afternoon tea.”
I was so scared I bolted. I ran into my room and lay on my bed. I kept thinking of what mummy and daddy had said that I wasn’t to go near Mr Rum’s house as they didn’t know what he might get up to.
I stayed home all the next day. I kept thinking Mr Rum might come and tell mum about me spying on him.
But he didn’t.
A week later he came to the door to ask if I was alright. Mum said yes and why was he asking. Mr Rum said he hadn’t seen me playing in the street and thought I may have been ill. Then he gave mum a cake. He said it was angel cake ideal for making an unwell girl feel better in no time.
Mum said thank you as cake wasn’t something we had very often as we were poor and cake mum considered was a luxury.
Mum cut us both a slice for morning tea and it was the best cake we’d ever had. I don’t know what was in that cake but mum smiled all day and I found myself at Mr Rum’s door saying thanks for the cake.
He nodded a “You’re welcome” before I left for home. As I turned to leave out of the corner of my eye I was certain I saw feathers on Mr Rum’s back.
Silly I thought, that angel cake was making me see things.