Hi Barbara!
So good to see more of this newest (fledgling) epic
*JK*! Also this post can serve as an entry to the
November FDK Scavenger Hunt – Fairy Tales and Myths. I originally want to dig into the fanfic history, but then realized, there’s current fic with an active author out there!
Good Night, Lois – Neverland
So, this story (and it’s series) is an homage to Peter Pan, as seen by ‘Neverland’, and flying boys, orphaned as babies.
What am I trying to accomplish coming back here every night since our first chance encounter?
Trying to get arrested?
Dream myself into a family I can't have?
Oh, no Kents, either?
Her sobs turn to whimpers, her whole body is shaking so hard the bed is rattling with the force of it.
I can't stand back any longer.
Checking one last time that nobody's watching, I drift lower and tap on her window.
This is very well written heartwrench.
“Not because of you.” I want to add some sort of endearment, anything to alleviate her pain, but it doesn't feel right. We hardly know each other. “I'm sure.”
Yes, she’s much too young to cause such fighting. Now, If she where seventeen, with a belly soon to be swollen, and a math grade just barely above passing, *then* the fighting might be about her.
Lois shakes her head. “It all started because of me. A boy at the playground took away Lucy’s shovel. And I told him to give it back, but he just pushed me away. So I hit him and he hit me back. Then his Mommy came and yelled at me.”
Awww…poor little Lois. Does the Mommy now have blue shins?
“And my Mommy came too, and yelled at me, and said I should stop hitting the boy.
You know… “stop hitting” instead of “because I hit him and now he’s crying”. I’m sorry, I know this isn’t meant to be funny, but feisty protective pint-sized Mad Dog is just too funny.
“I tried to explain, but they just sent me upstairs. And now they're fighting.”
It’s all because of those video games she’s allowed to play. Or those murder books she’s allowed to read. Or the news she’s allowed to watch. Or the sugar-rich snacks she’s allowed to eat.
His beatings didn't hurt, unlike the words he whispered in my ear while I let him beat me up until, one day, he broke his arm on me.
Oops?
“Well, I was still a baby when I got there. My parents knew they couldn't care for me any longer. So they put me in a ship that brought me there.”
Nice how he skipped ‘space’ in there. Also, how does he know about the space ship?
Yeah, the Kents were my Neverland and I really wish I could return.
Awww
She yawns and slips underneath her covers. “Tell me more about Neverland.”
And I tell her about my happy days on the farm, about picking apples, collecting strawberries and eating pie. And while I'm talking, her eyelids flutter close.
I smile as I watch the sleeping girl. “Good night, Lois.”
Awww…it’s a sweet and heartwrenching tale, but one also needs to remember that there is an…age gap.
Michael
