This week is picture prompt week. Maggie's story continues. Read on:
Maggie
loved Anne Roberts and her husband, but when they took two weeks in the
Caribbean in the winter, they made her dream come true. Now Maggie and John became
Penn’s substitute parents.
They
rose early to play with the youngster before school. The seven-year-old giggled with glee as he ran from room to room,
searching for John in the massive apartment. Maggie fixed his favorite pancakes
and took extra care packing his lunch. While the three ate breakfast, John quizzed the bright boy on addition and
subtraction. Maggie taught him a new vocabulary word every day at supper.
The
took turns reading him a bedtime story, but both tucked him in. And if he had a
nightmare, he climbed into bed with them. Penn was a charming child, quick to
smile, affectionate and curious.
When
he was safely bedded down, the couple sat in front of the fire, sipping fine
wine, gifted to them by their employer.
“I’ve
been pinching myself all day,” Maggie said snuggling down with John on the
massive sofa. A distant cry grabbed her attention. They both went to check on
Penn. His face was flushed, he was crying softly in his sleep. Maggie felt his
head. He was burning up.
“Call
the doctor, John. Our boy is sick.”
“Mommy,”
the boy wailed.
“I’m
here,” she whispered.
“I
want Mommy. Not you.”
The
pain felt like the little boy had thrust a spear into her chest. She choked
back tears.
“I’m
sorry, Penn. She’s not here. She’s away, son.”
His
red-rimmed eyes pleaded with her.
“It’s
all right. John’s fetching the doctor. I won’t leave you.”
She
kicked off her shoes and slipped into bed next to the lad. He cuddled up to
her, resting his head on her chest while she stroked his hair.
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