#ThursThreads Week #72 – You’re Just Jealous

Tommy stomped his feet, and crossed his arms, “I’m going home!”

Jill looked like her whole world was coming apart.

Freddy shook his head, “You’re just jealous! ‘Cause Jill picked me as her Daddy, and you as her little brother!”

“Am not!” Tommy glared at Freddy. “I just don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore!”

Jill, sitting in her wheelchair, looked down at her lap and started to cry. Freddy glared at Tommy. “Now look what you did!”

Tommy started to cry too. “But…” He shuffled from side to side on his feet. “I didn’t mean to.”

Freddy nudged Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s OK. We have to be big boys today.” He smiled at Tommy. “Right?”

Tommy sniffed, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Yeah. Big boys.” His eyes said, “I know what a big boy would do.” He put a hand on Jill’s shoulder, “Don’t cry.” He knelt in front of her, took both her hands, and held them gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll be your little brother.”

Jill sniffed. “You really mean that?”


“Thank you!” Jill gave Tommy a quick, shy hug. Tommy turned bright red.

Jill’s mother checked on them every now and then. Those boys were such a gift. Taking time to come over and play with Jill. They knew Jill’s cancer would kill her. But they still took time to play with her.

Jill’s mother smiled, and looked up at heaven, “Thank you.”

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I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 72. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.


#VisDare 17 : A Cat’s World

The images on the wall came to an end. Alice smiled. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen.”

She hugged me. I didn’t mind at all. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you to Old Phoenix.”

I slept on the sofa in her home that night, and dreamed of her.

After breakfast, Alice and I walked over the hills behind her home, into the ruins of an ancient city. “This was Phoenix, Arizona.” We walked down streets lined with buildings. “This is where we met the animals.”

I noticed cats, dozens of them, along the streets as we walked. I heard dozens of different voices in my head, “Alice is visiting! Who’s that with her? Is he safe?”

Alice watched me looking at cats. “You can hear them, can’t you?”

I nodded yes.

“And yet, you came from one of the caves. That’s never happened before.”

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This is the 13th piece in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.

What Happened To The Little Boy

What happened to the little boy
I was once upon a time,
So very long ago?

I know the answer
I’ve been told.
“You grew up.”
“You grew old.”
“The innocence you had
As a little boy,
Got murdered by the world.”

It always comes to that.
The loss of innocence.
The birth of pain.
Where as I grew,
I learned,
Time and time again,
Never trust anyone.
That way,
No one can hurt you

But I wonder
What was wrong
With that little boy?

That little boy
Wasn’t scared at all
Of the black kids
Down the road.
In fact,
He played with them.
And he had fun.
And they did too.

That little boy
Wasn’t afraid at all
To hold the hand
Of the girl next door
When she was sad.
He held her hand
So many times
While she cried.
And then he wiped the tears
From her eyes.

Sometimes he even hugged her.
And always,
Every day,
He was there.
As her friend.

Because he knew
In his heart and soul
Helping friends
Was the thing to do.

That little boy
Sometimes got angry,
And frustrated too.
And he screamed,
And hollered.
And if he got angry enough,
He got up,
And walked away.

But always,
He calmed down.
Because he knew
Being angry with his friends
Meant he’d never see them

What happened to that little boy
That I was
Once upon a time?

That boy and his friends knew
That sometimes boys just fight.
And fight they did.
Running into each other,
Wrestling on the ground,
In the grass and dirt.
And even in the mud.

But always,
When the fight was over,
Everybody knew
Why it had begun.
And that little boy
Always took the time
To work things out
With the other person
In the fight.

What happened to that little boy?
Where has he gone to?
In this world
That needs him
And his kind
So very much?

That little boy never once
Looked at a little girl
Dressed in jeans,
And a t-shirt,
With a ball cap on her head,
And told her she was evil,
And all her kind
Should just be dead.

That little boy never once
Looked at a little boy
That took dancing lessons,
Had long hair
In a pony tail,
And wore pink socks,
As a demon from hell
To be burned at the stake
To keep the world safe
From him.

That little boy always knew
If you had more to eat
That you needed,
Or wanted,
It was OK
To give it to
Someone with no food.

That little boy knew too
That if you broke the rules,
It was you that broke the rules,
And you should just man up
And take what was coming to you.
Instead of trying to blame
Everyone and anyone
But you.
That little boy
Never said at all,
“It’s not my fault!”
When he knew it was.

That little boy
Was not afraid to dance.
Was not afraid to sing.
Was not afraid to laugh,
And smile.
Or scream,
And cry.

What happened to that little boy
From so long ago
That knew so many things
I no longer know?