“And then what happened?”
The soft-spoken woman in ugly tweeds shifted in her chair, and Thomas knew he was in trouble. He almost told. She expected him to. She was nice so he’d do what she wanted.
They all wanted to trick him. Especially those pretending to be nice. So he’d do stuff. Make mistakes. Be punished.
Thomas fiddled with the pencil. He wanted to pull Santa’s head off. Instead, he drew circles.
He hated circles.
He put toys inside them.
Made the toy-boy lie down. Ran him over.
“Well,” the woman sighed, “perhaps you’ll be more talkative tomorrow.”
Note: Dedicated to the brave children who find a way to tell, even when they tell without words, even when those around them may not see that they are, indeed, trying. May you find someone who understands.
Photo: © Jennifer Pendergast