First Line Friday: December 3, 2021

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Your line for this week is:

At the end of the week, Aiden mustered up the courage to go into his father’s room.

At the end of the week, Aiden mustered up the courage to go into his father’s room.
He was afraid, but not sure what of. It was still his Dad, but he didn’t know what to expect.
His mother hadn’t pushed him, knowing he would go when he was ready. He was only 7 after all and this was the first time he had encountered anything like this.
He pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside.
It was quite dark save for the gentle light of a bedside lamp.
‘Hello,’ said a voice. ‘Would you like to come closer?’
Aiden stayed where he was and shook his head, his blond curls dancing on his head.
‘You OK?’
Aiden nodded and took a deep breath, at the same time taking a tentative step forward.
‘You’ve grown,’ his father said. ‘What, you must be six now.’
‘I’m seven!’ Aiden said then realised he’d shouted and started to cry.
‘Hush laddie. It’s OK. I know you ‘re seven but I got you to say something didn’t I.’
Aiden found himself by his father’s bedside, his eyes pooled with tears of confusion, fear and love for this man who had been so desperately ill.
‘You can sit here if you like,’ and he patted the sheet beside him.
‘Mamma says I’m not allowed to sit on the bed.’
‘It’ll be our secret. Come on. It won’t hurt. ‘
Aiden clambered up and tucked himself against his father’s side. It felt good and warm, and when he felt his Dad’s good arm fold round him, he snuggled in closer.

Marie came in with the lunch tray and found them asleep together.
She smiled. They still had a long way to go for his recovery, but she knew they would be just fine now.

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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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.

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