Thing and His Birthday

The only time that Thing would ever make it down to the town was on the day of his birthday. His mother had marked this special day on the calendar and so every year he would tick the days off until his birthday came around again. However, if truth was told, it was the same old calendar he used year in, year out and so … Continue reading Thing and His Birthday

Thing and What He Learned

Now as you know by now, Thing was always looking out the mouth of his cave waiting on his family to return. One day his mother went away and promised to come back but Thing hadn’t even seen her shadow or smell her warm scent on the wind. And maybe if his mother had stayed, he might have found out sooner rather than later what … Continue reading Thing and What He Learned

THING and His Best Ever Thought

When it happened it took Thing by surprise. The fact that a thought like that could go through Thing’s mind, both scared him and got him excited. When he was younger, when he had first started school, he would have done anything for someone to say a kind word to him. Sure his teacher was kind, but as for the rest of the kids, well … Continue reading THING and His Best Ever Thought

Thing and The Night

Thing missed being back at the cave. It was the one place that he knew his Mother and Father would eventually return. He had given up waiting on them and had struck out to see what was at the end of the world. Thing wouldn’t be gone forever, all he had to do was reach the horizon and then come home. That was his plan … Continue reading Thing and The Night

A Child of a Lesser God

The full moon had formed over Thing’s cave 12 times when he decided that enough was enough. He now realised that his mother and father were not coming back home. Where ever they were, he hoped with all his heart that they were happy. That night, Thing sat at the mouth of his cave and thought about all the stuff that concerned him. He needed … Continue reading A Child of a Lesser God

My Pal, Thing

Long after Thing had departed the valley, and long, long after those who were his kin had disappeared; a woman came calling on me, one oppressive day in May. Her name was Esther Williams, and she apologized for the way the sweat stains on her clothes had made her appearance look disheveled. “It was a long train ride from the District,” she said, and by … Continue reading My Pal, Thing

THING and His Teacher

Her name was Elizabeth Browning, yep, just like the poet lady and to everyone at Thing’s school, she had been known as Mrs Honey. Where that name came from no one was sure, but she did make everyone feel good and warm (just like honey). There is probably a teacher like that in most peoples’ lives; someone who comes along once in the whole schooling … Continue reading THING and His Teacher

The First Thing

Later in life, Thing would look back on those early years and wonder. Wonder if the perfect moment of his life was back then, and if that was true – was the perfect moment the happiest? That isn’t to say, there aren’t perfect times later in life and in some cases, it may be that a person is older when that perfect moment arises. But … Continue reading The First Thing

Thing and Changed Days

Thing was trying to remember when it all changed between the Creek boys at the bottom of the hill and himself. It was probably something to do with that snowball. In the hot sultry days of summer, Thing and his gang of kids played at the Creek almost every day. In the winter they slid down the mountain snow in races of two or three. … Continue reading Thing and Changed Days

Thing and the Star Whisperers

Thing sat watching, just like he always had, just like he always would, waiting on his mother and father to return, and for them all to be a family once again. Sometimes Thing got so caught up in his own loneliness that he forgot all about the good stuff in his life; that, happened to everyone, he guessed. One night, just as the sky was … Continue reading Thing and the Star Whisperers

THING and The Wise Man & The Story

The Wise Man There were two occasions when Thing could recall being really unhappy. The first time was when his mother left to go to hospital and didn’t return (although he still knew she would one day) and the second was when the Wise Man came to town. Thing still spent most of his days standing on the ledge above his cave and watching the Horizon for … Continue reading THING and The Wise Man & The Story