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.

“Mum?”

“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.
KL

Advertisement

Play in the puddles…

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles

Pooh Bear

Tap, Tap, Tap

Goes the child against the door

Drip, Drip, Drip

Raindrops roll from coat to floor

Wag, Wag, Wag

Tail of the eager dog

Great, big, sigh

This is going to be a slog

Please, please, please 

Says the one who can barely talk,

Even in this weather?

Looks like we’re going for a walk

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Goes the Invasive wind

Splash, splash, splash 

The child and dog grin

Thud, thud, thud

Throbs my beating heart

Smile, smile, smile

Happiness is an art. 

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles.

Regardless of the weather and whether you’ve been home all day or just walked in, a walk is always welcome in our house, especially a walk with puddles. My little guy and the four-legged old lady both conquered the puppy dog eyes long ago. They have no regard for an imposition the wet walk may cause. However, often those two know better and after we’re home dried and snuggled back under a blanket, I too must succumb to the notion that the walk was a good idea.


Originally written in response to

WQW – Rain

FOWC – Imposition