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Short Stories Miscellaneous Stories My Little Friend
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My Little Friend |
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| Written by Carl Norwood | |
| Saturday, 05 January 2008 | |
My Little Friend - CS Norwood 2007
Little Hal, the name given by his only friend, is really starting to wish that he was big. Living in this little world has been so hard. There is no-one of his stature to relate to. He has had to learn all his life, the bits he can recall of his past, how to live and build everything for himself. Even down to making nails to put walls, fences and furniture together. By his own calculating and other working out, he was about 40 years old. But with no-one else like him he couldn't work out if he even felt like someone of that age properly.
His friend was a boy aged 10 years old who lived in a big house and got everything he wanted. Geoffrey his name was. He lived with his parents.
Being an only child to parents who both work and earned a good living, Geoffrey got nearly everything he got. He just couldn't be a police man.
Hal had told him on occasions recently that being big is all he wants and he knows that what he has at the moment is all that might be. It's just a wish that may never come true.
These two have known each other for about 5 years. Around the time Geoffrey's parents bought the new house. Between themselves they've devised ways of teaching each other many new things. One of them being by the use of Geoffrey's microscope which he can use to read the writings of Hal's thoughts, little stories he has written and other more pictorial ways of describing things.
During the daytime while Geoffrey was at school, Hal would go out and collect what he could to keep him self sufficient. Geoffrey would help out in many ways but there were still many things that Hal had to do for himself.
He had spent a lot of his years building up his home, making the furniture, decorating the place and expanding into what he could call comfortable.
Geoffrey had been told that his parents would leave the house to him when they left, so Hal realising his size and nothing else in the world to venture into new, built his whole life around living with Geoffrey. And Geoffrey being the type that didn't have anybody else to spend time with, apart from his parents had thought the same. Hal was his only friend.
To Geoffrey none of these lonely circumstances bothered him. He was very content. He and his friend were best mates. When he grew up he would go to work and come home to a nice chat and chill out. Hal was content with his situation with no change in his size and absolutely no-one like him.
Now Geoffrey was a very intelligent boy for his age. He had contented himself by making everything comfortable. But now he has started to grow into the fact that there is another world out there he has to worry about. And that he started to do after listening to the morning news before his father would go to work. The world news is always about other countries struggling with famine, disasters and other terrible things. Families being broken up, everything you could imagine. The change in his heart was with his favourite teacher at school got really upset one day totally out of the blue. He had found out that she had split up with her husband and lost her children. And thinking of this made him think about what if he was one of the children that was losing their mother. He was comfortable and they were not.
Hal didn't know what to say when Geoffrey had told him his thought. As far as Hal knew he was the only little one. Both he and Geoffrey had never come across anything that refers to little people, heard rumours or read about them. Although Geoffrey had always said to Hal that he must have parents himself somewhere.
Geoffrey has asked his father if he could go and see what the boy scouts were all about. He had an interest in all the things they do, he'd heard a boy in school talk about it and he had also read a few things about them.
Everything was great for a week until this first night that Geoffrey's father took him to the boy scouts. Geoffrey had come home telling Hal what the other boys could do and the places that they go to. Geoffrey wanted to go again and was even doing the dib, dib, dib thing. He told Hal about the boy Jake who he had befriended. The next night he was going to go the boy scouts, was in three days. That was going to be twice a week.
Over the next three days Geoffrey raved on about how he could start by helping the aged with things like carrying shopping for them and running errands.
Hal, not knowing himself a world like that, did listen intently but felt hurt inside. Not knowing anyone else in his life and the thought of losing a lot more time with Geoffrey he began to think of ways making more time. He suggested football, but Geoffrey would have to use his finger to play. That wasn't very practical. He suggested hide and seek but they remembered the last time when he nearly got stepped on and they both vouched they would not play that game again. It was no good asking Geoffrey to bring round other friends because nobody else could see him. And Geoffrey hasn't bothered making any other friends in the past. You don't need to when your best friend is always there.
The next night that Geoffrey had gone to the boy scouts he stayed out a lot later than the first time. Hal stayed up writing little pieces, start of a few short stories, which he wasn't in the mood to finish and thoughts that he was having at the time about his life. When Geoffrey had come home with his father he was very tired. Usually they both stay up talking for quite a while talking about their day but Geoffrey went straight to bed and fell asleep straight away.
Hal stayed up a little longer that night on his own. Collecting his thoughts and not writing anything down in which he normally does.
It was only another two hours before Geoffrey would be getting up for school. Hal was still thinking about everything that was happening to him and he wasn't noticing at all that the time was flying by. He got up out of his chair to go and make himself a drink. The room and everything in it spun around him. In a minute moment there was nothing in his world just blackness but lit up brightly. "You've done your time here, well done. You can now move to your next one." The voice was soft, feminine and gentle. Very abrupt with its instructions, but what they meant he didn't know.
Hal woke up in a bare room with just two boxes, one for his bed and another to sit on. He could see a wall with a hole in it so he carefully walked up to it to investigate. A large face was on the outside looking intently at him.
"Hiya," Said the little boy.
"Who are you?" Asked Hal feeling very confused. His memory was starting to wash away. Thoughts about his friend Geoffrey were becoming a blur.
"Jamie," said the boy with a happy friendly look about him, "would you like to see some of my pictures I've drawn today?"
Comments (3) |
 01-06-2008 23:49, enjoyed it throughly » Reply to this comment...  01-07-2008 00:23, It reminds me of that movie Drop Dead Fred. Keep it up » Reply to this comment...  01-07-2008 01:17, When I wrote this I never really thought of who Hal is or what, I just thought that some children have invisible friends. He comes to children who will not have any friends for some time then moves on as this story suggests. » Reply to this comment... |
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