Upper Key Stage 2 Prose
By Maya Ruiz – Valley Gardens Middle School
I stood. My wife squeezed my hand tight. The clock ticked and built the tension in the room. My heart was broken. I could tell my wifes was too. But I didn’t have a choice. My eyes went for a walk around the room. They studied every nook and cranny of the kitchen. I would miss it. Even looking at my wifes, Marie’s dreamy blue eyes made me feel lost and broken in two. Silently, steam lifted from the tea pot. Memories rushed to my head. A burning tear, drizzled down my rosy cheek. I felt hot and sticky. Alone. In my own world. Alone.
I passed my daughter her hat and looked in my wifes eyes. I couldn’t face the pressure of looking directly at her. It was as cold as the Arctic outside as the mist appeared. The breeze blew my daughters hair around. I cracked. I couldn’t hold the tears that swelled my eyes red. I didn’t want my wife to see my tears so I rushed out of the house. My daughter, who’s names Lola, squeezed my hand tight and looked up with fear. She was confused: eyes questioning, heart pounding and fingers shaking. As slow as snails we walked down the road, making the most of the limited time we had together.
After a while of walking in silence, my wife and I started chatting about things Lola couldn’t understand. “Marie, dear.” I said softly. “I’ll be fine. Look after yourself. And Lola. Marie?” I whispered worryingly. A few minutes later “Me and my husband are in a conversation. Lola.” Lola didn’t reply. Instead, she looked up at the sky where weird shadows were lurking. She looked scared. What were they? It was as dark as night. I had to go. I said my last goodbyes and waved. The train whistled and a man came out shouting that the train was leaving. I strolled down the rough path. Before I knew it my family were out of sight. They disappeared in the fog. I disappeared on the train. The mist cleared. They were gone.
Time flew by and I was in the cabin on the ship. I was more lonely than I’d ever been. Like a dog without a bone. I pinched myself, hoping I would wake up from a nightmare and find myself at home with my family. But it was no dream. It was real. As real as life. Although I was alone, I was with my family. I’d always be with them. I stared at the photograph, which was old and torn but it brought back so many memories.
Above my head I felt peoples felt stamp on the deck. I heard childrens coughs, babies cries and the comforting adults voices. I stepped slowly towards the window, hoping I’d see the sun and a blue sky. What was I thinking? It was dark gloomy. I felt tiny and small: like a mouse in a field, like a single droplet of rain in a thunderstorm and as if I wasn’t there. As if I’d disappeared. Into thin air.
Suddenly, I felt the boat jerking to a stop as the waves crashed against the rocks. Then, a bird flew over my head. And another one and another one. Until a whole flock, of what looked liked doves, were flapping their wings a few meters above me. I then remembered about the little paper crane I gave to my daughter. I took out a blank piece of paper and folded it to an almost identical paper bird. A heard of
memories rushed into my head and took over all of my current thoughts. My mind went blank. I bit my tongue so hard because I missed my family. I dreamed I was back home with my family. I then woke up to reality and stepped down the steps. I felt lost in my own world. My journey had only just begun.