#FF Prompt: A children’s tale – The Story

The Magic Show

Daddy took us to the magic show because Mummy didn’t want to go. We all went – Angeline too – to hold my little brother on her lap instead of Mummy. I knew Angeline wouldn’t mind because he was her favourite of us three.

Angeline was our nanny. She was in charge of us, and would tell us off when we were naughty. She even told Daddy and Mummy off when they were naughty – like that night their friends played dice against our bedroom door after we’d been sent to bed. It was so funny, but I did feel a bit bad, because she only heard them when my sister and I started giggling at the naughty things the grown-ups were saying.

We had seats right in the front row, just as Daddy had promised, and my sister and I could barely sit still – we wanted so badly to be called on stage to be part of the act. For the first half, the magician did some really clever tricks, but didn’t ask for anyone to come on stage. So my sister and I practised putting our hands up during the interval as we ate our ice creams.

Then the show started again, except Daddy was off to the side talking to that nice man who met us at the start. He didn’t sit back down again but whispered to Angeline, and she told us to get up and follow Daddy. My sister and I didn’t want to go, so I said “what if the magician calls…” but one look at Angeline’s face told me she was scared, so I grabbed my sister’s hand and obeyed. Daddy hurried us into the car which the driver had waiting outside, and we drove off quickly.

There were lots of people running, some of them in front of the car, and the driver had to keep pushing the horn. We could hear lots of shouting and I was really scared. I knew my sister was too because she held my hand tight. The shouting got louder and the crowd were started to push on the car, so Daddy said to put the locks down on the car doors. I did my lock and the lock beside Angeline in the front seat because she was holding my brother close to her, keeping his face covered. The crowd started banging on the doors and windows, and Daddy told us to keep our heads down, and the driver to keep moving – but slowly – to make sure not to hurt anyone.

Then all of a sudden they were gone, and my sister burst into tears. Daddy was giving her a hug when there was a bang on the front window of the car. Little bits of glass flew everywhere and we all shouted, except Angeline. She said in a wobbly voice, “a brick hit the windscreen but didn’t come through” so Daddy told the driver to get us home quick.

After Angeline had used Mummy’s little pointy things to pull out tiny bits of glass, she put us to bed. I could hear Angeline singing quietly to my little brother in one room, and my sister crying quietly in the bed beside mine, but I could also hear Mummy and Daddy next door. Mummy was crying and shouting at Daddy.

That was the night when everything changed. Sometimes normal like before, but sometimes really scary. My sister and I learned not to say anything about the scary stuff. As long as Mummy and Daddy were with us three, it would be fine. All that mattered was we were all together.

© Debra Carey, 2022

Author: debscarey

Tweets @debsdespatches My personal blog is Debs Despatches, where I ramble on a variety of topics. I write fiction on co-hosted site Fiction Can Be Fun, where my #IWSG reflections can be found; and my Life Coaching business can be found on DebsCarey.com.

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