Thomas had been here countless times as he grew up. The old boathouse stood as a reminder that this had once been a proud fishing village sadly forgotten by time. When he was old enough he would leave and get as far away as possible. There was nothing here that could make him stay.
A look of disbelief filled his face as the boat house door was open. Temptation overtook him. He crept forward, stepped inside and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Silently, the door closed behind him. A booming voice asked, “Can I help you?”
My son is an animal. To be more precise, I have a son who is a squirrel!
I couldn’t believe he’d disappeared again. One minute we’re enjoying ourselves in the park, the next he’s gone, exploring, racing off and climbing trees, maybe he was meant to be a squirrel after all.
I heard my daughter squeal, a squeal of excitement. “Look at the cute squirrel dad. He looks so friendly.” I looked closely, those sad eyes, full of confusion staring at me, like it was trying to talk to me.
That’s when I realised I was looking at my son!