Wendy Archibald

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Fiction Friday, 17 September 2010

In Fiction Friday on September 17, 2010 at 5:33 pm

Morgan pushed back her son’s shaggy hair and kissed him on the forehead. “Did you brush your teeth, sweetheart?” Adam nodded, pulling his covers up to his chin and letting his eyelids droop slightly. “Ah, my sleepy boy.” Morgan yawned and stood up, patting Adam’s arm as she did. “You must get that from me.”

She turned and walked toward the door, kicking several stray toys out of her path. “You need to work on this room tomorrow, buddy.”

“Okay,” Adam said, his voice muffled by his pillow.

“Good night. Love you.”

Adam didn’t answer. He waited, listening to his mother’s footsteps as she went down the hall, forcing his breathing to be even. When he heard her bedroom door close, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed in one jerky motion. He needed to be quiet, but he didn’t have a lot of time.

Jim, next door, was a couple of years older than Adam. Adam’s mom worked late on Thursdays, so Adam went to Jim’s house after school and came home after dinner. The boys had spent a long time in Jim’s room, and as long as they weren’t fighting Jim’s mom was happy. That left them all afternoon to plan.

Adam hurriedly (yet silently) started moving things around in his room–a couple of chairs needed to be placed just so, and then he had a framework from Lego bricks and a sheet. The most difficult part of the plan was pulling out the tooth, since it wasn’t really loose yet. Jim had helped him, though, and it didn’t bleed too much. He’d forgotten to show his mom, in the excitement of the plan, and had volunteered to get ready for bed as soon as they’d gotten home.

After carefully sliding into his spot under the blanket, Adam surveyed the set up. “Awesome!” he whispered. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Adam poked at his cereal with his spoon. “Adam, you’ve got to eat. The bus will be here in 10 minutes,” Morgan said. She looked under the table and sighed. “Hurry, sweetie. I’ll run upstairs and get your socks.”

When she got back, she sat down next to Adam and looked closely at him. “Is it possible,” she unfolded his socks and set them next to his cereal bowl, “the reason you are so tired has to do with whatever is going on in your room?”

Adam looked up at her. He could feel the tears building in the corners of his eyes so he tried not to blink. “I set a trap,” he said. He saw his mother’s look of confusion and knew she was about to ask him a question so he rushed on ahead. “A trap for the tooth fairy–but she didn’t come! I think maybe she was mad. My tooth was still there this morning!”

Morgan sat down, her mouth twitching slightly. “When did you lose a tooth?” she asked.

“Yesterday. Jim helped me get it out.” Adam opened his mouth wide to show her.

“Ah, I see. That was nice of Jim.”

“But she didn’t come!”

“Well, I’m sure she didn’t want to get caught. Tell you what–why don’t we clean up your room after school today and you can put your tooth under your pillow again tonight. Who knows? Maybe the tooth fairy will give you another chance.”

Adam chewed his bite of cereal slowly. “Do you think so?”

“Maybe. It’s worth a try at least.” Morgan grabbed a sock and Adam’s closest foot. “You’ve got to hurry or you’ll miss the bus.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom.”

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Today’s prompt: Why did the Tooth Fairy fail to deliver coins one evening?

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