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.  
Written by Lozzamus
Author's Note
Excerpt from my second novel EggHead. A 14-year old boy feels uneasy about his mother's boyfriend Simon. Events escalate over a short period.
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