Tale Weaver -#166 – A Cold and foggy Night

Click here for Michael’s challenge over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and imagine you are walking in a city when a thick fog descends.
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1824210641

Image: © Mara Eastern
The forecasters had said the weather was on the change.
Sam and Sarah wrapped their two children up warmly for the walk to his mother’s. Thursday was Grandma’s day, and the kids loved to visit as they got spoilt rotten.
Tommy was pushing his younger sister in the pram and everything was normal until a mist suddenly descended on them.
Sam didn’t appear worried, but Sarah and the youngsters weren’t so sure. The fog was getting so thick, it would be easy to lose their sense of direction.
‘What will happen if we get lost?’ Tommy asked. ‘We won’t get our dinner and Grandma will be cross.’
‘Grandma never gets cross, ‘ Sam said, taking advantage to reassure his son. ‘When I was a little boy I got lost in a fog like this. Grandpa was alive then and he came to find me with his magic torch. He kept calling my name and shining the light into the mist. When I heard him and saw it, I knew I was safe, and we walked home together.’
‘What was the magic torch like Daddy?’ Izzy asked.
‘Oh, it was big and black on the outside and had a huge yellow light that shone so brightly, it was like being under the sun.’
‘Were you frightened?’
‘Sssh’ Sam said, putting a finger to his lips. ‘Don’t tell Mummy, but yes I was.’
‘Are we lost?’ Izzy piped up.
‘No honey, Grandma’s house is just around the corner.’
‘Ooooh, look Daddy! There’s a bright yellow light in the window!’ Tommy said.
‘So there is. Here we are then, safe and sound. Smells like we’re having roast beef tonight.’
Sam took everyone’s coats and hung them up as his mother came out of the kitchen.
‘I was worried, ‘ she said quietly. ‘I remember that night so long ago when you got lost in the fog and your Dad went looking for you.’
‘I remember too. It was a bit scary out there tonight. Thanks for putting the light in the window Mum. We would probably have walked straight by otherwise.’
Sam’s mother smiled. Their homing beacon never failed.
‘Grandma?’ Tommy said coming out of the dining room.
‘Is that Grandpa’s magic torch?’
‘Yes love. Would you like to see it?’

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
This entry was posted in blogging, Challenge and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Tale Weaver -#166 – A Cold and foggy Night

  1. Michael says:

    Lovely Di, a little bit of grandparent magic. Thanks so much for adding to this week’s tale weaver.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s