This was written back in February 2011 for a writing skills assignment (Love's Other Forms) on NFA.
"Good night, Tim."
"Night, dad."
"Sweet dreams, Tim."
"Thanks, mom."
He hugged her before lying down and drawing the comforter up to his chin. As he closed his eyes, Tim felt the soft brush of his mother's finger drawing a cross on his forehead.
The lights went out and before soon, young Timothy McGee was sleeping like a log.
-o0o-
On this warm and sunny spring day, two boys ran wild circles around a tree and their dad as he put the final touches to a very cool tree house.
Finally, the father stepped back to oversee his creation, his ears ringing with the carefree peals of laughter of his two over-excited boys.
In no time at all, the twins had clambered up and into their new hideaway for a close inspection. There was even a fireman's pole from which they could slide down. From their perch up there, Timothy and his brother Thomas had the most stunning view down the garden and the street.
On that special day, time flew by in fanciful play which involved wild chases in and around their new play ground, and as the evening rain started to fall, both boys sped up the ladder again for shelter. They sank to the deck panting. Sitting side by side, they looked at each other and giggled with sheer happiness.
They closed their eyes and listening to the falling rain, they soon were lulled to sleep.
-o0o-
In his room still bathed in darkness, Tim opened his eyes and let out a sigh.
Alone. He was all alone.
He sniffed.
"See you later, Tom," he whispered forlornly and turned on his side.