Tommy’s Tale

I’m slowly getting my writing mojo back, with a penchant for flash fiction at the moment:

Tommy

Coats: pink, blue, yellow, green and others every colour of the rainbow covered the pegs. All except one. Tommy Brown, outlined in bold black letters, stood above the empty peg. His blue coat wouldn’t ever rest on the orange hook again.

Inside the classroom children chattered, their hands plastered with splodges of paint; others had fists full of sticky play-dough and a few concentrated on wooden puzzles. They longed for playtime, to roam free, to drink the refreshing milk and chomp on their piece of fruit. Most preferred a biscuit, but Mummy always said fruit was better for you. They knew otherwise, but Mummy was always right.

Something was wrong. Today, something was different.

‘Where’s Tommy?’ Madeline spoke first.

A gasp. All eyes turned to the pretty young girl.

‘I want to know where he is. He’s my friend. We’re going to get married,’ she continued.

‘No, you’re not! He’s going to marry me!’ Rachel’s eyes were full of hatred.

The sound of sobbing stopped the girls in their tracks.

‘Miss? What’s wrong? It’s something bad, isn’t it?’ a tear rolled down Madeline’s cheek.

Miss Woods battled for strength. She couldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand. How could they, when she herself didn’t.

‘He’s gone to heaven, hasn’t he? Everyone goes to heaven,’ Madeline walked over to her teacher. She placed her arms around the older woman. ‘It’s okay, Miss. He told me where he was going. He said that thing…cancer, I think it was. He said it would take him away to heaven one day.’

Miss Woods looked down at the little girl, blonde pigtails hanging down past her shoulders.

‘It’s all right, Miss. He wasn’t scared. He was happy. He wanted to go so he wouldn’t hurt anymore.’

Miss Woods walked out to the cloakroom and stared at the empty peg. She pulled at the sticker, ripping the nametag in half. Another child would soon take his place, a new coat would stand proudly on the peg.

She smiled through her tears. She felt as if she were the child and Madeline the adult, telling her all would be well. She looked out the window to the sky, a silent prayer for Tommy now at peace in heaven.

***

Happy

 

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2 Responses to Tommy’s Tale

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    That needs a tissue warning…

    Liked by 1 person

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