Edge

I shall call them Simon and Chris for ease in this story I was sat watching tv. I had fallen asleep a couple of times. Maybe I should have taken myself to bed, but I hadn’t got the energy. I was comfortable. I’d had a glass of wine. They were out, again. It was just...

Mirror

At the top of the stairs we have a long mirror. It’s a full length mirror. If you stand back you can see the whole of your reflection. The mirror has had several homes, been past around the family. It’s not old, not an antique. Not a family air loom. The frame is non distinctive....

Chameleon

In a crowded room, he would disappear. Blend in, to be one of the crowd. No one would bother him. He would be safe. In a crowded room. His colours would be luminous. Fluorescent. So bright, everyone would know he was there. No one would bother him. He would be safe. In a flash mob dance...

Reflections

I have a video of one of the boys. We were on a train, trundling down to London. Watching the world whizz by in a blur. Occasionally focusing on something, a shopping centre, a flock of sheep, a river flowing under a bridge. Those moments were crystal clear images, a snapshot, a clarity, that was...

Snow Globe

It's idyllic living in a snow globe. It's beautiful, it's calm, it's serene. Everyone is happy, and together. Living the perfect life, in a perfect world. Nothing can harm them, they are secure and safe. Looking in, eyes wide, looking into the fantasy. It is pure, it's simple, it's magical. Out of nowhere, a hand...

The Group

This weekend has been lovely. Six families from across the country. Some traveling through snow blizzards. Some stopping in hotels. Some heading home and some crashing at friends houses. One of the families was simply away for the weekend, and others gate crashed, us all meeting up. We are all so different. The "children" aged...

Keys

The boy is ALWAYS losing his keys. He must have lost at least ten this year. In fact it may be more. He loses them when he's out. Sometimes when he's in. Where the keys go, he never knows. Sometimes he is cross at himself, for being so careless. Sometimes it is someone else's fault,...

Invisible String

Some very special friends of ours have a relative who lives in Australia, thousands of miles away. Recently they have been talking about a piece of invisible string that connects them all. Across the miles. Across their lives. Always connecting them. No matter what. Tom had moved away from home to a new friend called...

Number 46

Again, names have been changed. The night after Tom had gone missing ( read the story here - 129600 ) I came down with a bad cold. The boys had had it, so it was inevitable I would have it. I had driven to work, but had to turn around, as I felt ill. I hate being...

129600

Things had not been good for a good couple of weeks. New friendships were being made, best friends ever. Talk of moving in with the new friends. Then, spectacular fallouts. Stories of threats and fights. Then nothing. Then a new friend. Tom went to stay with the new friend. I wish I could name this...