“Where are you?” she called moving her feet in frustration. She had spent the last hour, crouching at the foot of the concrete block waiting. Her emotions had gone from sadness to desperation and then to anger. She had done everything just like she was told to.
On Saturday she sat with her Nana. “Daddy. Why is Nana all wrinkly and sad”? She had asked her father innocently. “Because her heart has died sweetie – one day you will understand” he had replied gently looking into her eyes.
Worried about Nana’s heart dying, Layla decided to make Nana smile. “Nana, I will make it all better! I will go dress up in Mums dresses and show you.” she said tugging at Nana’s arm.
“Honey you can’t say things like that. You can’t really make it better can you? No? So if you say you can that’s telling a white lie” scorned her father hurrying her away from Nana.
On the Monday it was her birthday, and she noticed that lots more adults came than the year before. Her birthday cake sat before her all lit up. “Now blow out the candles and make a wish as the light goes down and as long as you don’t tell anyone what it is, it will come true, I promise” Dad had said.
She did what Daddy said, but Mummy didn’t come back. Sitting against her tomb stone, she thought she had better ask Daddy what she had done wrong.
My entry for the Star Twister 16 competition