Little Child Lost
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: points to self do I look like any of the people involved in this movie?
Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long!! I was being a slacker. laughs Thank you all so much for reviewing!! I'm so glad that people like this story so far, and my response to most of you is: just keep reading! However, for Magdalena Iris Roth: I really don't think you'll have to cry over his family! Fear not for them!! (save those tears for Dennis, tho... sorry... ;;) Many thanks to my most fantastic beta, Rhiannon Berger!! Not only are you helping make this story great, but it is truly touching that you took the time to do it. THANKS!! read on
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Arthur sat in an armchair and gazed out the window at the falling rain. A book sat open in his lap, but he had not looked at it for a good half hour or more. Summer was usually the most relaxing part of his year, but a few things kept him from fully enjoying this one. It was his first summer without Jean, and that painful concept was never far from his mind. Other, equally disquieting thoughts also kept him from focusing on his book. Thoughts about his children (who were upstairs plotting something he was not allowed to be privy to), and a photo album that still sat in his desk drawer.
He had not gone back to the pictures for three days. A part of him did not want to see what had gone wrong in Rafkin's life to result in the person Arthur had met. Another part of him was greatly curious and felt compelled to know more. It was only a matter of time until the latter won out.
'Curiosity killed the cat,' Arthur thought morosely, placing a bookmark into his novel and standing up. He had lately started to believe in odd things like fate, and so there was probably a good reason as to why the album had come into his possession.
Without even consciously thinking of walking there, Arthur found himself back in his office, seated next to the window, with the battered blue book held firmly within his grasp. A muted crash sounded from somewhere above his head, followed by laughter. Sometimes Arthur really wondered if Maggie should actually get –paid- for what she did in his house. The three kids sounded like they were having fun, though, so he let it go and his mind returned to the object he held.
Arthur opened the photo album to the next picture. It showed a brightly lit dining room, decorated for a child's birthday. The woman from the first picture, Dennis' mother, was pinning crepe paper up on the walls while the small girl looked on. Arthur took in a deep breath, and reached out for the photo.
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It was Dennis' second birthday, and the little boy peeked curiously into the kitchen. His mama was icing a cake, but what caught his attention was the room itself. The table was covered in a sky blue table cloth and brightly colored boxes were in a haphazard pile off to one side of the room. Emily was cheerfully helping their father put up streamers around the room, although Dad had to fix each one as his daughter continued. Mama occasionally looked up and pointed out where something should go, and Dad stopped every now and then to take candid pictures of his family.
Dennis didn't really remember Emily's last birthday party, nor his own first one, so the activity intrigued him. He couldn't help wondering what was going on. Emily suddenly noticed her little brother standing in the doorway and ran over with a big grin on her face.
"C'mon Denn!" she cried, holding out a hand to the little boy.
He looked at her curiously for a minute, because there was a gap in her smile where there should have been a tooth. Dennis poked in his own mouth at the small teeth growing there. Emily realized what he was looking at and giggled.
"I lost a tooth! See?" She turned back into the kitchen. "Come on!"
Dennis toddled along after her into the other room. He tried to hurry, but walking was still not his strong suit and the little boy soon found himself on the floor.
"Emm'ly!" He said plaintively. "Thlow down!"
She looked back and ran over to him with a light laugh. "Sorry." He grinned also, and their parents chuckled at the way the children got along. Emily leaned down to help her little brother up.
The boy let out a scream as his sister's hands touched him, and she jumped back. Her dog had died a few months prior, and Emily's sadness at the memory had forced itself into Dennis' mind, with flashes of other emotions his sister had felt over the course of her short lifetime. The contact had introduced a painful headache like the small child had never known and Dennis did not even see his parents hurry over to see why he was crying.
Dan reached down to pick up his son, worried greatly about this sudden outburst. "Dennis? What's wrong?"
More things entered the small boy's head, flashes of occurrences he could not even begin to comprehend. Dan Rafkin had not led a very hard life, but any adult has gone through trials and heartache unknown to a toddler. He grew even further worried as Dennis' crying increased at the contact. Dan and Marie exchanged worried glances as they hurried to tuck Dennis into bed and called the doctor.
The boy's cries died down as Dan hung up the phone. He turned to look at his wife. "The doctor said it probably was caused by his teeth coming in, or something. He'll be okay in a week or so."
Little did either of them know that something larger than teething had begun.
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Arthur slammed the photo album shut, staring at it in horror. Dennis' psychic powers had surfaced when he was so young; it didn't seem fair in the slightest. As he put the book away, Arthur decided to go see what his own children were up to. Another crash sounded from upstairs, convincing him that this was a good idea. Forcing thoughts of Dennis from his mind, Arthur joined his family.
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Well, that wasn't great, but what to you think? Poor Dennis. His life goes downhill from here...
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: points to self do I look like any of the people involved in this movie?
Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long!! I was being a slacker. laughs Thank you all so much for reviewing!! I'm so glad that people like this story so far, and my response to most of you is: just keep reading! However, for Magdalena Iris Roth: I really don't think you'll have to cry over his family! Fear not for them!! (save those tears for Dennis, tho... sorry... ;;) Many thanks to my most fantastic beta, Rhiannon Berger!! Not only are you helping make this story great, but it is truly touching that you took the time to do it. THANKS!! read on
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Arthur sat in an armchair and gazed out the window at the falling rain. A book sat open in his lap, but he had not looked at it for a good half hour or more. Summer was usually the most relaxing part of his year, but a few things kept him from fully enjoying this one. It was his first summer without Jean, and that painful concept was never far from his mind. Other, equally disquieting thoughts also kept him from focusing on his book. Thoughts about his children (who were upstairs plotting something he was not allowed to be privy to), and a photo album that still sat in his desk drawer.
He had not gone back to the pictures for three days. A part of him did not want to see what had gone wrong in Rafkin's life to result in the person Arthur had met. Another part of him was greatly curious and felt compelled to know more. It was only a matter of time until the latter won out.
'Curiosity killed the cat,' Arthur thought morosely, placing a bookmark into his novel and standing up. He had lately started to believe in odd things like fate, and so there was probably a good reason as to why the album had come into his possession.
Without even consciously thinking of walking there, Arthur found himself back in his office, seated next to the window, with the battered blue book held firmly within his grasp. A muted crash sounded from somewhere above his head, followed by laughter. Sometimes Arthur really wondered if Maggie should actually get –paid- for what she did in his house. The three kids sounded like they were having fun, though, so he let it go and his mind returned to the object he held.
Arthur opened the photo album to the next picture. It showed a brightly lit dining room, decorated for a child's birthday. The woman from the first picture, Dennis' mother, was pinning crepe paper up on the walls while the small girl looked on. Arthur took in a deep breath, and reached out for the photo.
-
It was Dennis' second birthday, and the little boy peeked curiously into the kitchen. His mama was icing a cake, but what caught his attention was the room itself. The table was covered in a sky blue table cloth and brightly colored boxes were in a haphazard pile off to one side of the room. Emily was cheerfully helping their father put up streamers around the room, although Dad had to fix each one as his daughter continued. Mama occasionally looked up and pointed out where something should go, and Dad stopped every now and then to take candid pictures of his family.
Dennis didn't really remember Emily's last birthday party, nor his own first one, so the activity intrigued him. He couldn't help wondering what was going on. Emily suddenly noticed her little brother standing in the doorway and ran over with a big grin on her face.
"C'mon Denn!" she cried, holding out a hand to the little boy.
He looked at her curiously for a minute, because there was a gap in her smile where there should have been a tooth. Dennis poked in his own mouth at the small teeth growing there. Emily realized what he was looking at and giggled.
"I lost a tooth! See?" She turned back into the kitchen. "Come on!"
Dennis toddled along after her into the other room. He tried to hurry, but walking was still not his strong suit and the little boy soon found himself on the floor.
"Emm'ly!" He said plaintively. "Thlow down!"
She looked back and ran over to him with a light laugh. "Sorry." He grinned also, and their parents chuckled at the way the children got along. Emily leaned down to help her little brother up.
The boy let out a scream as his sister's hands touched him, and she jumped back. Her dog had died a few months prior, and Emily's sadness at the memory had forced itself into Dennis' mind, with flashes of other emotions his sister had felt over the course of her short lifetime. The contact had introduced a painful headache like the small child had never known and Dennis did not even see his parents hurry over to see why he was crying.
Dan reached down to pick up his son, worried greatly about this sudden outburst. "Dennis? What's wrong?"
More things entered the small boy's head, flashes of occurrences he could not even begin to comprehend. Dan Rafkin had not led a very hard life, but any adult has gone through trials and heartache unknown to a toddler. He grew even further worried as Dennis' crying increased at the contact. Dan and Marie exchanged worried glances as they hurried to tuck Dennis into bed and called the doctor.
The boy's cries died down as Dan hung up the phone. He turned to look at his wife. "The doctor said it probably was caused by his teeth coming in, or something. He'll be okay in a week or so."
Little did either of them know that something larger than teething had begun.
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Arthur slammed the photo album shut, staring at it in horror. Dennis' psychic powers had surfaced when he was so young; it didn't seem fair in the slightest. As he put the book away, Arthur decided to go see what his own children were up to. Another crash sounded from upstairs, convincing him that this was a good idea. Forcing thoughts of Dennis from his mind, Arthur joined his family.
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Well, that wasn't great, but what to you think? Poor Dennis. His life goes downhill from here...