“Mum! Mu-u-u-um! Mum, come here!”
She runs up the stairs imagining injury, blood, broken bones.
He’s sitting on the rug in his room, red-cheeked, tearful.
There’s a new graze on his left knee, but nothing to warrant the race to A&E she’s anticipated.
“What is it? What’s the matter?”
“My Arsenal keyring; it’s gone.”
She breathes out; feels like a balloon deflating.
“Where did you have it last?”
“In my pocket. I’ve checked, it’s gone, but it was there just a moment ago, honestly.”
She kisses his hair, reaches into the sports bag beside him.
“Is this it?”
He beams; the world restored.
Again this is in response to a challenge set by Julia. I hope it’s not obvious what the challenge was. Maybe read my story first then pop over to her page to see the instructions and other entries too.