The Gate

When I looked in the mirror everything stopped. It wasn’t me. Staring back at me was the face of a three year old boy. What made it stranger was that he had a lot of my features. My straight, dark brown hair, my grey eyes, long black eyelashes and peach stained lips; he even had my fair complexion. Still, it wasn’t me.

Mar 3, 2011

New Beginnings

I felt ridiculous, standing there like a indignant child. That’s when he picked me up. It seemed I had forgotten he was much stronger than me now. He sat me into the car with such gentle but strong hands. After a short struggle he buckled me into the infernal car seat. It was demeaning, as I tried to show my disdain I ended up pouting with an upset childish demeanour.

Mar 3, 2011

Uncle Bones

The bathroom tiles were cold against my feet. I was ashamed of what had happened and was worried about what would come next. Alec told me to wait for him and he would return.

Mar 2, 2011