We are not allowed to talk to the thing in the living room. It hisses when it twists around in its sack like a cat and makes scratchy sounds which I think is it trying to talk. It is best to eat in the kitchen. We watch TV, but we don’t talk over it. I am told to ignore the sounds it makes and enjoy the film.
It has been there for a long time.
It was there when we came back from France.
When I was six we went to France. It was the best holiday ever. Apart from the last day when we went for a big walk up a big hill. There were some steep cliffs by the road which I was told not to go near. But I did. And when I looked over the edge I saw a car at the bottom broken apart and I think it looked like lego bricks. There four people lying near the car at the bottom of the cliff. One was in a tree. A little girl and a little boy were there. They were broken too.
My mum said they were sleeping but afterwards I said no mum, they are dead.
They say when I am older I can talk to the thing in the living room. I am older now, but I am still not allowed to talk to it. I think mum and dad have forgotten about it.
Paddy Dobson
23rd November 2020