The Stranger

His hand felt furry and really big. It was so hairy it made my hand itch. And my fingers hurted because he was squeezing so hard. But I didn’t want to tell him because he might yell at me. I knew he was angry because he was pulling my arm up in the air, and it felt like it was going to come off. I kept wishing he would let me go. I wanted my mummy.

“Where is my mummy, please?”

Mummy always told me to say please to adults. Maybe he might be nicer to me if I said please.

“What did you say?”

“Where is my mummy, please?”

“Speak up kid.”

I couldn’t help it. My nose got all hot and runny and then, I started to cry.

“Please Mister, where is my mummy. I want my mummy.”

I knew she was here not long ago. She drove me to school in the big car, the roar by roar she calls it. It did roar today, like a big train, and then it screeched, and Mummy yelled, and then lots of things seemed to happen together, and I don’t know what happened then because I went to sleep; and then this big man, who was so high that the sun got in my eyes when I looked up at him, was holding my hand and trying to take me somewhere. I didn’t want to go with him. Mummy always said that I must never, never, ever go anywhere with any strange people that I have never met, especially other daddies. I knew that if I let him take me, it would make my mummy cross and she might take my television out of my room again, or not let me give Pebbles her tin of Whiskas.

“Stop crying! You’re a big girl. Big girls don’t cry.” His voice was really mean, and I was really scared.

All I saw were legs. I couldn’t even see the road anymore. Then I heard a fire engine noise. I saw a woman in a blue dress. It was the same color as my school dress. Mummy and I bought it in a special shop with lots of other things that were on the list. The lady in the shop said that blue was the best color for a big girl who was now old enough for school. When I put it on, Mummy cried. She cries all the time since Daddy went to fight that mean Mr. Ida. She said that Daddy was really sad to miss my special day. Maybe this lady belonged to my new school. Maybe she knew where my mummy had gone. I started pulling the man’s arm.

“Please Mr. Man. Let me go. I’ve got to find my mummy.”

“Look. Stop sniffling. Your mummy sent me to find you. Let’s, you and me, go to find her, shall we? Here, I’ll just lift you into my car.”

I couldn’t stop him pushing me in the car. The lady shouted at him.

“Push off lady.”

Then I started screaming but nobody heard me.

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One response to “The Stranger

  1. Alan Berry

    Don’t really know what to make of this one. It’s very short and probably catches the emotions a young girl would feel in such a situation. However, I suspect the terror would be worse than portrayed here.It sounds rather calm. I note it is written in the past tense and maybe that is why it sounds calm and logical. Perhaps if it where written in the present? Who is Mr Ida?

    xx

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