I jumped. I left the rope ladder up in the treehouse. I'm scared. Leaving it will stop me from not going to Mummy. I'm not crying. I am a big boy. I will go to Mummy, even if she is still mad, and walking like Daddy.

Maybe she will hit me like Daddy and I will tell people I fell downstairs and tomorrow she will buy me candy and Daddy will come home.

She is near Mr. Grant's shop. Most of the other angry people have given up looking for me, or where looking in other places, or have fallen down. They are like clockwork toys that have wound down. They are grey like Halloween. Made of tin. Shiny and like the man I killed in the Police Station.

Mummy knows I like Mr. Grant's Shop. Maybe that is why she hasn't moved away. Maybe she doesn't mind the smell.


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DoctorMikeReddy over 9 years ago

This is the second of a three part response to "Big Boys don't Cry"
1st place winner of the Zombies, Run! Prose writing competition:
I didn't want to see the (unnamed) boy, Peter's friend and protagonist die. So here's a sliver of hope he'll survive.

DoctorMikeReddy over 9 years ago

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