Little Heroes – Shadows – A Short Story

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”

― Helen Keller

“Quick, grab the loot.”

“No, stay in the shadows, I’m sure someone’s coming”.

“I don’t want to stay in the shadows”

“Why? Are you scaaaaarreeeddd? Look if you are too scared to do this, I’ll grab the loot myself.”

“No. I can do this”

“Right, you wait here whilst I check the coast is clear.”

The creak of the door immediately gave away their location.

“Alex! James! Get yourselves back to bed this instant!” The bedroom light switched on startling two young boys. In the doorway stood an angry woman with her hands on her hips.

“Mum… we were only after a midnight snack,” Alex whined.

“You’ve already been told. Any more of that nonsense and James will be going home. You know you were only allowed to have a sleepover if you boys went to bed on time.”

The boys skulked over to the bed, wading through a trail of dolls and cars and toy guns.

“Fine! You can have a quick hot chocolate but then it’s straight back to bed.


“What Alex?”

“Can we have marshmallows too?”

“I suppose…but then bed.”

“Score!” The two boys said triumphantly. It had been worth waiting in the shadows after all.

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” ― Helen Keller

Originally written in response to:

These two little toe-rags originally appeared escaping their bedtime in an earlier post: Little Women and Little Heroes – A Short Story, I hope you enjoy their return.

Take Care.


Quiet days

Sometimes things can get a little overwhelming. But with this little guy around, you can’t get caught up in your own thoughts for too long before he has distracted you with the next most exciting thing in the world. Even a field with some roaming chickens in it can improve your day. 😁

He reminds me to smile and laugh every single day, even the hard ones!

Mother Now

As she looked into his tiny eyes, still so milky and new,

her heart doubled in size, she was a mother now she knew.

His fingers curling, grasping at nothing and batting with no control,

she caressed them gently, saying how much she loved him so.

Her little one, the very thing that had wrapped around her heart,

evoked bravery, fierceness and loyalty so loved from the start.

Life would never be the same, from this very day,

Yet now she couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Originally written in response to WQW prompt – Mother’s Day.

“Rest your head close to my heart never to part, baby of mine.”