Guest Post by Annie of What The Woman Wrote
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Kyra was engrossed in her colouring book in her room when she heard a rustle. She turned to see a girl sitting at the edge of her bed.
“I was wondering when you’d come by today.” Kyra said, smiling with glee.
“I told you I’d be here,” the girl stood up, walked to the desk where Kyra was sitting. She was about Kyra’s age, but much smaller in size. She had long, wavy, brunette hair. “What are you doing?”
“Colouring,” Kyra said. “I got this book for my birthday. Remember? Aunt Joan gave it to me.”
The brunette girl didn’t respond. She moved to the window and looked down to where a man was cutting the lawn. “Your Dad’s home.”
“Yeah,” Kyra moved her eyes back on the book, picked up a red pencil, and started colouring the wings of a ladybug. “For a while. Do you want to colour with me?”
“No. It’s boring.” The girl replied. “Let’s go play outside. We can help your Dad with the lawn — and spray each other with water. It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t want to.”
“We’ll go do something else then. I know! We’ll go shopping. Get your Dad to drop us off the mall.”
Kyra’s hand stopped moving. She started to feel agitated now. “I said I don’t want to! And colouring’s not boring! Are you here to bug me?”
The girl turned her head towards Kyra. “Why do you say that? I’m here to keep you company.”
“Then stop bugging me!”
There was silence for a few moments. Kyra was leaning back on her chair, sulking, staring at her colouring book, at the ladybug with half its wing coloured red.
The brunette girl was still standing at the window, looking down. After a while, she said, “I’d be very happy if my Dad could spend some time with me.”
“We’d go to the beach together, build a sandcastle and look for pretty seashells.”
Kyra didn’t respond.
“I’d forgive him even if I knew that he did something wrong.”
“Shut up!” Kyra couldn’t take it anymore. She shot up from her chair and threw her colouring book at the brunette girl. She missed; the book hit the window instead, side-swiped a Barbie doll that was perched on the window sill, before both items dropped on the floor.
Outside her room, Kyra could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opened, and she saw her mother standing there, looking puzzled. Her mother looked around the room, at the book and Barbie on the floor, then to Kyra. “What’s going on, Sweetie? Who were you talking to?”
Kyra stood by the window, avoiding her mother’s eyes. “Nothing. Nobody.”
Shades of recognition flashed on her mother’s face. “Was it Charlotte?” When Kyra didn’t reply, the woman spoke in a softer voice, “Dinner will be ready in a little while, Honey. Come on down soon, okay?”
Kyra nodded –ever so slightly– then picked up her colouring book and put it back on the table. She sat down, thumbed through the pages until she found the ladybug, picked up the red pencil, and started colouring again. Like nothing ever happened.
The woman waited. When it was clear that Kyra was not saying another word, the woman closed the door, went downstairs and to the kitchen. At that moment, her husband walked in from the lawn.
She wondered if it was time she told him about Kyra’s imaginary friend.
(c) Annie @ What the Woman Wrote
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