I am very happy to welcome back Jan with her take on the writing prompt of ‘in the bleak mid-winter’. It is perhaps a less literal take on the theme, but one that works equally as well and has a glimmer of hope at the end. Thank you Jan for taking part once again.
Clutching her little, well-loved Teddy bear that she had been given for her 3rd birthday, 7 year old Tracy hid beneath the sacking in the barn.
It was cold, mid-winter, but at least she was out of the biting wind and lashing rain.
“We will be fine here Toby until the morning, then we can creep out of the village;they won’t know where we are until later. After all, the party will go on late and they will be too smashed to notice I’ve gone. Sorry Toby, they won’t notice WE have gone.”
Toby seemed to nod sagely, his glass eyes staring blankly at her.
“Why do you think they don’t love me Toby? I love them, even when they yell at each other. Is it something I’ve done do you think?”
She snuggled down and tried to sleep, clutching her beloved bear. The rain beat down on the corrugated roof, the sound eventually helped her to drift off to sleep.
Tracy woke up to the sound of sirens, and people calling out her name.
“Oh, thank the Lord, Bob, she’s in here. Tracy why did you run away? We were frantic with worry.”
Tracy looked up solemnly at her mother and a large solitary tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. “Mummy, you and Daddy are always fighting and yelling at each other, and it’s all my fault.”
“No, oh no it’s not your fault darling. Daddy and l have been having a few problems, but we are trying to work things out and it’s nothing to do with you, I promise. Please pet, don’t worry us by running away again, we both love you so much.”
At that she swept her Daughter up in her arms and carried her to the waiting car.