Let's Go

It was early morning, roughly four thirty five if I could remember correctly. My body was shuffled by my Mother's warm gentle hand. 'Shh...' she whispered, 'It's time now, just like we talked about.' It was difficult otherwise, my strength and mind weren't ready and recollection of my mother's instructions seemed vague. She carried me out, I was dressed with the exception of my shoes I remember that instruction quite clearly before going to bed to wear my favourite clothes, everything else would be in the car.

I had packed my backpack with three of my favourite toys, I didn't play with them much, but they meant something to me at the time.

'We're going on an adventure, you excited?'

I may have said yes but what I really wanted was to go back to sleep.

'C'mon, you can sleep in the car.'

'But I can't...'

A lie if I ever said one before, I could sleep anywhere, even while walking but I was so tired.

'Not a sound. Okay sweetie?'

I did what she said, I didn't really care. We got to the car, she strapped me into the seat next to the driver's. The first time I've been up front in the car, it shook me a up a little, now I was excited. I felt important enough to remain awake for most of the morning, savouring the moment. Mom and Dad always threw me in the back. Even when they were not in the car at the same time, I'd always be in the back. That feeling alone was an adventure. My mother got into the car,  gently closing the door behind her trying not to make a sound. She started the car, and flinched at the sound of the engine. She turned around and looked at the house making sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

She didn't speak the same after that, she sounded like she wasn't addressing me at all but someone else in the car.

 'You ready sweet heart? Let's go.'

She looked over her shoulder reversing the car out of the driveway. I could see her face popping out, a committed desire to leave this place. I wanted to ask if she was alright, but my words turned and instead I asked if I could go to the bathroom. Her response was cold, it made me wish I was in the back seat again.

'No...' I didn't say a thing for the rest of the trip. I took one last look at the house before we drove away. I couldn't see dad anywhere, and the door was left wide open.

Reviews

[A Girl]

Beautiful job of foreshadowing.

It was short and sweet, but very, very powerful.