Writing For G.O.T

Childhood

Prompt 2--Week 1

WC: 643 words

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Missing: Leslie Fryan
Eight-Year old, Female
Close to 4 feet tall, 52 pounds
Heart-shaped face; blue-gray eyes
Reddish light-brown, kind of curly hair
She is probably wearing blue jeans, white shirt with a picture of the Lion King on it
and white sneakers

If you find her, call her Grandpa. Never ever tell her mother where she is.

Well, the heart of the matter is, I am not really truly missing. Actually. I never left the house, but I wrote the missing ad myself and put it on top of my desk. Just in case.

The fact is, I was daydreaming of being abducted quite often these days. If I were abducted, I couldn’t be grounded for refusing to eat healthy, could I? Then, Mom would freak out just for this once, instead of freaking me out all the time.

Why should anyone eat healthy for nothing? In the first place, we are all unhealthy. You don’t believe me? Here is a small fact: You are going to die. We are all going to die. Now, is that healthy, you tell me.

Wait till Mom comes into my room to snoop around and sees my ad. Oh, revenge is so sweet, even if you are daydreaming about it.

I daydream about everything. For example, if I could, I would change most of the colors around. Red skies, bright yellow water, purple people. When I mentioned it at lunch, Mom doubled in laughter. She said it reminded her of a song called purple people-eater. Gross! Mom has no imagination.

Grandpa, on the other hand, has a lot of it. He and I play the what-if game. What if the rocks came alive and talked, for example. Then one of us becomes the rock and the other talks with it.

When I was much younger, like when I was five or six, Grandpa used to give me piggy-back-rides, even though Grandma yelled at him for it. She said he would hurt his back again. I didn’t want Grandpa hurt, so I stopped liking the piggy-back-rides. I wish Grandpa’s back was stronger, though.

Grandma was nice, too. She let me eat anything I wanted, but she is not here anymore. She went to Heaven. Grandpa says she’s watching us from there, but we can’t watch her back. Heaven must have a one-way mirror like the policemen do on TV.

You know, I am in a difficult position, here. I don’t have any pretensions about Heaven. Pretensions or was it pretendings? Whatever! I think Grandpa is pretending again, and I pretend with him all about Heaven. Do we even know where Heaven is? We know where New York City is, don’t we? Even if we’ve never seen it...Because it exists. Can anyone say that about Heaven?

I think when you die, that’s it. It’s the discovery I made about where people go after they die. Nowhere. Yes, nowhere, but I am not going to mention it to Grandpa, in case he gets scared of his own dying…or mine.

That’s why I won’t be eating healthy. That’s why I will slip out, in a little while, to walk on the beach at sundown to watch the colors. Mom says, “Never ever go to the beach alone.” She tells me to watch the ocean from my window. Like I would listen!

My dad loved the beach, too. We used to run around and splash in the water together, all the time. Okay, almost all the time until Mom made him go…

Maybe my dad will see me out on the sand alone tonight and will come back home, even if Mom says she is never taking him back.

Will he? You think?




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Prompt:Piggy-back rides and childhood dreams. ~ Story