Arlo Twittle part 9.


The next day arrived with the blazing yellow sun shining through the window.

Arlo stretched and yawned, a small tingle prickling at his ears. Today was his eighth birthday. Sitting up in bed, he looked around his bedroom. Maybe this year his parents had remembered and he would find a present wrapped in spaceman paper with a huge blue bow.

He saw nothing, apart from the old, worn toys that his parents gave him when he was younger, and a few books that he had read over and over again.

Yet another birthday his parents had forgotten.

A glimmer of hope twinkled in his eyes. Perhaps there’s a present waiting for me downstairs, he thought.

Jumping out of bed, he brushed his teeth and dressed himself in a white t-shirt and cream shorts. Running down the stairs as fast as he could, he raced to the kitchen.

His mother was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea and reading one of her many fashion magazines she seemed so fond of. He gazed around the kitchen, and seeing no present he ran to the living room and checked there, but again there was nothing.

“Why don’t they like me,” he mumbled, kicking at the immaculate cream rug in front of the fireplace. Then went back to the kitchen. Sad and upset for another year.


Tomorrow is the final rest day. I do hope I’ll see you back here Monday.

WandaWarzleCopyright © 2013-2014 SD Neeve. M.I.A.C, including any illustrations, may not be copied, shared or unlawfully used without the prior consent of the author.

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