We're Not In A Church
It's white in here. Clean. Mummy said we were going to a wedding but we're not at a church. Daddy looks tired, he's working a lot lately and my friends who are getting married are in another room. We're waiting to see them.
I think Keith was crying, I didn't understand why. He's getting married today. Maybe that's why he's upset because this place isn't a church. It's got ladies in white everywhere.
I don't remember seeing them at a church.
Ages later I sit with Mummy and Daddy drinking tea. I love tea, with lots of sugar. Dad's good at making tea but this isn't nice. I almost burnt my tongue on it!
I really want Keith and Faye to be with us, but they're not. I don't know why not.Someone comes over to Mummy and daddy. They are talking. The lady in white looks really sad now as she does. I don't get it. I asked mummy.
“Mummy,” I said “Where is Keith and Faye? What happened?”
“Oh sweetheart...” She said to me, “Faye died ten minutes ago”
Died?
But...But people don't die on their wedding days, do they?
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Authors' Notes: At creative writing last year we had to write an adult experience from the point of view of a child, and I decided to take an experience from my own memory and translate what a five or six year old would react compared to a seventeen year old. The results actually left me rather sad, but felt the writing was good enough to share.
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I think Keith was crying, I didn't understand why. He's getting married today. Maybe that's why he's upset because this place isn't a church. It's got ladies in white everywhere.
I don't remember seeing them at a church.
Ages later I sit with Mummy and Daddy drinking tea. I love tea, with lots of sugar. Dad's good at making tea but this isn't nice. I almost burnt my tongue on it!
I really want Keith and Faye to be with us, but they're not. I don't know why not.Someone comes over to Mummy and daddy. They are talking. The lady in white looks really sad now as she does. I don't get it. I asked mummy.
“Mummy,” I said “Where is Keith and Faye? What happened?”
“Oh sweetheart...” She said to me, “Faye died ten minutes ago”
Died?
But...But people don't die on their wedding days, do they?
***
Authors' Notes: At creative writing last year we had to write an adult experience from the point of view of a child, and I decided to take an experience from my own memory and translate what a five or six year old would react compared to a seventeen year old. The results actually left me rather sad, but felt the writing was good enough to share.
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