‘Why do you keep pestering mama? She can’t tell you anything? You are too small to understand.’
The little boy looked at his sister. She was not smiling; that troubled him. Mama was always crying; that pained him.
‘When will papa come?’
‘I don’t know!’ she almost shrieked. Then she felt sorry for him.
‘I want to go to papa!’ he shouted back.
‘You can’t!’ she blurted, unknowingly.
‘Papa!’ he screamed.
‘Stop! He can’t come. He is gone to the other world.’
‘I will go to him….through that tunnel…. you once told me that the tunnel opened into another world……..’
The sister stood speechless.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 104