Welcome to the Spot Writers. This month’s prompt is to write a story about something nice and unexpected happening on a gloomy day.
This week's story is from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her novel, WOLVES DON'T KNOCK, available on Amazon and other retailers. www.amazon.com/Wolves-Dont-Knock-C-MacKenzie/dp/1927529387/
by Cathy MacKenzie
“What time is it, Mommy?” Sadie asked, rubbing her eyes.
“It's just after midnight, sweetie. Go back to sleep.” Her mother pulled the covers up to her chin. “See you in the morning.”
Sadie watched her mother cross the room and flick the switch, making it dark again. She hated the dark and wished it were always daylight. Her parents laughed at her when she shared that at dinner. “Silly girl,” her father had said, but his words were spoken with love.
She closed her eyes, not that it made any difference. At night, with the light off, it was dark whether her eyes were open or closed. She pictured sheep jumping over the white fence as her grandmother once advised her. Sometimes that helped her sleep. “One...two...three...” she mumbled.
When she opened her eyes, it was morning; not a sun-bright morning camouflaged behind pulled-tight drapes, but enough light that signified night had ended. She crept from bed and parted the drapery. A dull, dreary day. She longed to crawl back into bed but heard her parents talking in the kitchen.
She slipped into her housecoat and slippers and tip-toed downstairs. The lights were on, giving the appearance of a happy day. The comforting, familiar sight of her parents and the greasy smell of frying bacon perked her up.
Her father sat at the table, reading the morning newspaper as he always did before work. Her mother faced the stove, tending the bacon.
Her father looked up. “Hey, sweetie. Sleep well?”
“It was too dark, Daddy.”
“Nights are always dark. I've explained that to you. The sun needs to rest. That's why we have the moon.”
“But the moon wasn't out last night.” At six, Sadie wasn't too astute about light and dark or things that went bump in the night, but she was aware something hadn't been quite right the past few days.
“The moon might have been hidden behind a cloud,” her mother said.
Sadie peered out the window. “It's supposed to be morning, but it's still dark.”
Her father set down the paper and stood. “I have an early meeting. I'll see you both later. Try to have a happy day, Sadie.” He patted her on the head and kissed her mother on the cheek.
Sadie waited until the front door groaned behind him before speaking. “Is it going to rain, Mommy?”
Her mother glanced out the kitchen window. “Looks like it might.”
“Can we go to the park before it rains?”
“Oh, sweetie, I have so much to do today.”
“But we could go now, and then when we get home, you can do those things.” Sadie forced her mouth into the downtrodden expression that always changed her parents' minds, especially her mother's.
“Oh, okay, but only for a little while. It's a miserable day out there.”
After breakfast, they left for the park, a ten-minute walk from their house. Usually, the park bustled, but it was quiet, no doubt due to the inclement weather.
Sadie skidded down the slide and cavorted on the monkey bars. Though she enjoyed herself, it was lonely without other kids. Her mother pushed her on the swing as if sensing her isolation.
“It's still dark, eh, Mommy?”
“It's definitely going to rain.”
“It's spooky when it's dark like this,” Sadie said. “Kinda like Halloween.”
“Halloween is months off.” Her mother leaned over and hugged her. “We should go.” She glanced at her watch. “Almost eleven. One more push before we go.”
Sadie knew better than to argue with her mother, especially on such a mood-less day. She gripped her mother’s hand, and they rushed down Sycamore Street, crossed to Oak Avenue, and scurried up Beaumont until they reached number 85, their townhouse.
The past week had been dreary and distressing. Her mother took her outdoors everyday for fresh air no matter the weather, but lately there seemed no point. As soon as they were on the steps or the sidewalk, it rained. Or the menacing clouds darkened with such intensity that the only sensible thing was to return indoors.
Her mother was right again, for they barely reached the top step before the rain pelted. As soon as they were inside, her mother turned on every lamp in the living room and flicked every light switch in the kitchen, giving the appearance of a sunny day. Sadie liked how bright the rooms became, certain her mother's mood changed along with the room's glow.
Sadie spent the rest of the morning in her bedroom. After lunch, she sat in the living room, ignoring shadows along the wall and trying not to fret about unknown atrocities hiding behind the heavy brocade drapes. Her mother relented and allowed her to watch a half-hour children's cartoon show. She then reclined on the floor, leafing through magazines.
The afternoon passed quickly. Around four o'clock, Sadie heard sirens and scampered to the window, parting the drapes in time to see a police cruiser zoom by, a usual occurrence in their neighbourhood.
Her mother raced into the room. “What is it, Sadie?”
“Mommy, look.” She pointed outside. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Her mother stepped toward the window. “What, Sadie?”
“The sun, Mommy. See the sun?”
The Spot Writers—Our Members:
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/
C.A. MacKenzie is the author of (among other books) the novel WOLVES DON’T KNOCK, a psychological drama/thriller, available from the author or at various retailers including Amazon [https://www.amazon.com/Wolves-Dont-Knock-C-MacKenzie/dp/1927529387/].