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Heavy
rain pelted the old church door and Samuel coughed. It was a wet cough
followed by yellow goo from his nose. Misery was running high.
The Mommy had cleaned him up, wiping his nose again. ‘Just let it flow, woman!’ Samuel had already found the sofa and chairs useful enough.
The doorbell rang, and Aunt Tammy came whooshing
through the door. An irritatingly cheerful woman, “Oh, whittle Sammie
Whammy has duh sniffuls?” as she scooped him up. “Oh, who’s duh
cutest…”
Samuel let loose with a full-bodied snotty sneeze right into her open mouth. ‘Just for you, Tammy Whammy!’
The
Mommy carried in a gift from Tammy’s car: a round fish bowl with a
deep-red fish swirling around, its fins fluttering in clear water.
Setting it on the table, she wiped Samuel’s nose again and took him from the retching Aunt Tammy.
Putting
Samuel down by the table, the Mommy called, “Here’s some tea!” Tammy
stumbled, retching all the way to the kitchen, leaving Samuel. Eye
level with the fish bowl, Samuel considered it.
Ginger-the-old-fat-tabby appeared on a chair next to Samuel. Their eyes met, thoughts were exchanged, and challenges made. Who is faster? Who is better? Who will win this battle?
Samuel saw only one way. Giving it his all, Samuel screamed and cried, “Whaaaa! Mommmmmmammmmmmaaa…”
The
Mommy came, saw the crying child pointing at the cat, and grabbed the
Ginger. She scolded the old cat all the way to the front door. Ginger
and Samuel exchanged looks. ‘So this is the way it is to be,’ Ginger glared through slotted eyes.
Time enough. Just time enough. Samuel grabbed the fish bowl between snotty hands, pulling it to the edge. ‘Be free, my friend. Be free.’ The bowl dropped.
I created a series in which Samuel is a rambunctious, clever toddler. This is from 2011. Fun write.
