Jinn

Chapter 4
The greatest day - part 1

Chapter Description: Paul has one day to live out his dreams. Part 1

Yippeeeeee, ahahahaha!!!!!!!

Paul, now a 4 year old boy with a long floppy head of hair didn’t need any further encouragement, he was headed for the ball pit.

He ran as fast as his little legs could carry, hindered only by the training pants around his groin, Jinn smiled contently as the boy hopped around with a waddle in enjoyment.

His face was a picture, grinning from ear to ear as he reached the edge and with a single leap his sailed through the air, tucking his legs up to his chest as his wavy hair flapped behind him, he soared into the air and landed in a splash of shiny colorful balls.

He lunged up from under the surface of balls with his arms held above his head in triumph as the sea of color bustled around him spewing from all sides about the edges spilling to the floor.

Paul did not care, his worries and cares were no more, he was a boy again, screaming with enjoyment as other children followed suit, flopping into the ball pit and tossing the balls into the air.

Jinn could only giggle as she found a seat, she saw Paul looking for her and she waved to him as he splashed around in the ball pit.

For someone who has lived for a thousand years or more however the simple task of sitting on a chair was most unusual.

Jinn discovered that sitting on these new found arm-less chairs was a bit of a chore, at first, she tried to sit in her usual manner with her legs crossed under as if meditating, this however this was particularly uncomfortable on these fiddly little chairs and their curvy ergonomic backings.

She then tried to kneel on the chair but that also felt odd so she rolled back on to her behind and tucked her legs up in front of her her chest, she folded her arms around her knees and remained like this for a short while as Paul ran around the play area.

Paul played with all the toys, he slid down all the slides, there were straight slides, and twisty slides, some even had waves and bumps in to make the ride that little bit more enjoyable.

He had earned himself quite a following, the children congregated around him like a herd, charging around screaming after this exciting new boy that had appeared.

Paul was having the time of his life, he was running about all over the place, the energy of his little body was ecstatic, he was literally buzzing with excitement.

He stopped for a brief moment, he wiped his brow with the back of his hand as he scanned for Jinn.

He saw her sitting in the peculiar fashion she had felt most comfortable in, she looked a little odd right now but he waved to her anyway, "Mommy, hehehe"

Jinn cocked her slightly as she brushed some hair from her face and those glistening green eyes as she returned the wave with a smile.

It was at this moment that a particularly nosy woman of the town decided to approach this peculiar mother of the overly energetic boy that had appeared and wreaked havoc in the children’s creche.

"Hi, your boys a real live wire isn’t he?"

A rotund little woman had approached her, wearing an expensive floral dress, her bright silver hair was donned a most pristine perm. She was cheerful but a bit of a gossip.

"The names Mrs Button, I’m the Vicar’s wife, I like to meet all the new faces town"

Jinn cocked an eyebrow and turned her head slowly as the woman approached her. Jinn looked around and checked over her shoulder before returning to see a podgy handful of jewels staring her in the face.

Jinn shot her a face of confusion as Mrs Button continued to press her jewel encrusted hand her way.

"Well honey, you may be a happy little bunny but around here it’s common courtesy that you would shake someones hand upon greeting a person? Is not like that from where you’re from?"

Jinn gingerly touched the woman’s hand, with her index finger and thumb she wiggled her hand from side to side and smiled at the woman briefly.

Mrs Button pulled up a seat next to Jinn and slowly crossed one leg over the other making herself comfortable. She pulled her handbag up onto her lap and pulled out a purse.

"Here sugar, this is my grandson, his name’s Edward, he’s the other little monster running wild in there with your boy, they’re a bit of an influence upon each other eh?" She extended a picture to Jinn who briefly flickered her attention to the picture placed in front of her and then onto the woman. She re-positioned her legs imitating this annoying presence and discovered her technique of using a chair most comfortable.

Mrs Button waffled on to Jinn for a good ten minutes, rather thankful for the silence her new "friend" was giving her to air her opinions. Jinn had slouched forward, using her knee to prop up her arm which in turn propped up her head. "This should be a form torture" Jinn thought to herself.

Paul now stood atop the largest slide, he was calling out "Mommy!!! Mommy!!!"

Jinn’s attention sprung back to reality, she tried to give Paul her full attention but was hindered by this talking machine of a woman.

"MOMMY!!!" Paul screamed "MOMMMMM!!!!

Still Mrs Button talked, and for the first time in this conversation, Jinn spoke, "don’t you stop talking?"

Mrs Button began to continue in protest but was prevented as Jinn clicked her finger in the face of Mrs Button.

A rather shocked Mrs Button opened her mouth to protest but the only sound that came out was the slow squawk of a chicken, "Buuuuuuuuck buck buck buckaaaaaahh" startled, she clasped her hand over her mouth.

Jinn regained her position and waved at Paul.

Having secured Jinn’s attention, and that of everyone else he dived down the slide head first into the ball pit.

He leaped from the pit and bounded around with a smile as other children followed and cheered, screaming with enjoyment.

Paul had waddled back to Jinn, happy and cheerful, without even a thought for the carnage his actions had caused. He had been a hero of the creche for that brief blip in time.

Mrs Button remained on her seat, her eyes were bulging from the shock.

"Hey Paul" Jinn whispered, "you having fun?"

Paul nodded and held his hands up with his fingers extended, Jinn picked him up from under the arms and sat him on her lap, he rested his head against her whilst gently sucking on his thumb as she cradled him on her lap.

Jinn whispered in to his ear, "lets say we go get some ice cream"

"Yeah" cheered Paul as she picked him up and carried him to the exit.

Paul shot a glance back into the creche over Jinn’s shoulder, it was chaos, the parents looked shocked as their children ran wild, out of control.

And there was Mrs Button squawking like a chicken as the children roared with laughter and giggles around her over the predicament she found her self in "BUUUUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCKAAAHH!!!"

He looked at Jinn who looked back at him, Paul squeezed her tightly, hugging each other they both giggled as they left.

"Jinn...Will she ever speak again?" Paul asked.

"Do you want her to?" replied Jinn

"hehehe, no not really but she doesn’t deserve to speak like a chicken for ever"

"No, I guess she doesn’t, it’s only temporary, it will wear off in a few weeks"

They giggled on their way to the ice cream stall.