The Helicopter

Once more, I consider the possibility that Simon might have a wife and kids. Maybe those little kids are up now, crying for their daddy to come home, like I used to cry for mine when I was little. Reaching for my favourite teddy, I hold it to my chest and let my chin rest on its furry head.

Everything's going to be okay, I promise myself.  Mum will see what Simon's really like and chuck him out.    

I shiver. In the distance, a police helicopter scours the sky. The noise begins like a group of buzzing bees, getting louder as the helicopter moves closer and closer. The buzz merges with my thoughts and I fall asleep while the helicopter is still orbiting.  I dream of flittering shadows hiding in the bedroom walls and a helicopter droning in the distance, and in the dream the helicopter gets louder and louder as it searches for the shadows in the bedroom walls.