TALKING TO MY IMAGINARY REAL FRIEND #3 (SHORT STORY)
Hi! Our short story serial stopped where the kid was planning to do some detective work. Now, let’s see how the sleuth business worked out for him. Have fun!
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TALKING TO MY IMAGINARY REAL FRIEND #3
Saturday 08:10 p.m.
It’s bedtime again. Still haven’t figured out how to get my mum to answer my question about when the time will be right for her to have a baby. No chance to talk to God yet.
The house is unusually quiet. Why? My parents cannot be in bed yet. Tomorrow is Sunday and they don’t go to church. I think I’ll spy on them, find out what they are up to.
They are not in the living room or the TV will be on. I tiptoe to their bedroom and place my ear against the door. Nothing. I knew they wouldn’t be in there. It’s too early. Then I hear voices from the side porch. I get as close as I can and try to listen. Looks like my mum is crying. No need to hide anymore.
I come out and my parents go, “Bruno, you’re still awake!,” “Do you need anything?”
I look from my dad to my mum standing farther apart from each other than usual and I ask, “Is everything ok?” Wrong question.
“Mum, why were you crying?” Better.
Even though she is still wiping the tears, she says, “I wasn’t crying. It’s chilly out here. I may be catching a cold.” Really?
“That’s right,” my dad adds, “we had better be turning in,” looking directly at me.
I’m not having it though. “This is not fair! Tell me what is happening.”
My dad looks surprised but insists, “Go to bed immediately, Bruno!”
I run to my mum, who says, “Leave him alone.”
“Suit yourselves,” my dad replies, angrily walking into the house.
My mum invites me to sit beside her on the wooden bench. She puts her arms around me and says, “About the question you asked me today, did you talk to your father?”
“So he found the pills all by himself,” she continues, more to herself.
“What pills?” I ask. “Is anybody sick?”
“Never mind,” she replies. “Let’s go and take a cocoa drink. With biscuits.” I hesitate. Still no answer to my question but cocoa is not a bad idea any day, so I race her to the kitchen.
-To be continued-
Ⓒ Edith Ugochi Ohaja 2016
There’s trouble in paradise here. Do you think this kid can unravel the mystery and help his parents?
More light is shed on this in Episode 4 linked below.
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