Wednesday, January 06, 2010

A Child's Cleverness


Sunlight, fire, pointy bits of wood, beheading... Harold tried to think of all the ways a vampire might die and then imagine Gillian in that situation. Every scenario came out with Gillian alive and wise-cracking a footnote as she sank into her coffin as the sun breached the eastern horizon. Harold wiped away a tear as he stood in front of the empty tomb. It had been three months with no word from her. Was she still alive?

"What's the matter Daddy?" Lucy's voice startled him. "Why are you sad?"

Harold looked down at the innocent face of his daughter. At seven years old, she didn't remember her real mother and had been spoon-fed on stories of her. It was too risky to tell a child her mother was a vampire. Or had been. Another tear escaped.

"There's nothing wrong," he said. "I just miss your mum."

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Harold smiled. "You could give me a hug," he said.

"There's no point in standing here anyway," said Lucy as she allowed he father to wrap his arms around her. "This tomb's been empty for weeks. The lady went away."

8 comments:

martha said...

Out of the mouths of babes... and Lucy .... springeth wisdom.

aims said...

At least the babe knows something that Harold doesn't.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Only because she watched 'Tomb Raider' and learned to break into them...

Anonymous said...

Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!

stephanie said...

Oh, Lucy. How that must cut in many ways.

Leatherdykeuk said...

It would. At this point she doesn't know it's her mother's tomb.

Anonymous said...

Keep posting stuff like this i really like it

Leatherdykeuk said...

Super.
There's a whole bookful at the top left ;)