I'm used to death: I wasn't panicking when it happened because I knew what was coming and that death was inevitable.
I had met Luke's friend, James McGrath, a few months before the apocalypse. I'd left Fraser home with my husband and taken Luke to meet some of the parents at his daycare.
I'd stepped through the door with my son clutching my pant leg and a pink-cheeked freckled little boy came bounding to me feet. His mother was following close behind, smiling and introducing herself as 'Caitlin'.
As we chatted, Luke started clinging tighter and tighter to my jeans. Mischief and question filled James' wide, talkative eyes.
"Mummy who is this?" He chirped in a sort of ringing tone, flashing a toothy smile at my son.
Caitlin drew her eyes …show more content…
"He's two, aren't you Luke?"
My son didn't seem to even hear my question. He just let go of my leg and hobbled around to inspect the little toy plane that the brown haired boy was clutching.
Luke tried grabbing for it but James pulled back a little, his lit up face dimming, a slight shift of mood settling. Hesitation surfaced on James' face, curiosity slipping into suspicion.
"Mummy, plane!" The biggest smile plastered on Luke's face as he pointed a stubby finger at the toy. "Vwoom!"
"No!" The freckles on James' face scrunched up as his brow creased and he pouted. " It's mine."
"James!" Caitlin tutted, bending down so she was eye-level with the pair. "You can take turns with it."
"Noooo! It's miiiiiiiiine!" The boy started wobbling backward but I could see he was finding it difficult finding his feet. Sure enough he landed on his bum halfway down the hall with Luke trailing on in front. They didn't get far, and all Luke had to do was snatch the plane out of his hands and toddle back to me. He looked pretty proud of himself too.
"NOOOO!" James' cry echoed down the hall as he pushed himself to his feet and charged for his toy. "Give it
I had met Luke's friend, James McGrath, a few months before the apocalypse. I'd left Fraser home with my husband and taken Luke to meet some of the parents at his daycare.
I'd stepped through the door with my son clutching my pant leg and a pink-cheeked freckled little boy came bounding to me feet. His mother was following close behind, smiling and introducing herself as 'Caitlin'.
As we chatted, Luke started clinging tighter and tighter to my jeans. Mischief and question filled James' wide, talkative eyes.
"Mummy who is this?" He chirped in a sort of ringing tone, flashing a toothy smile at my son.
Caitlin drew her eyes …show more content…
"He's two, aren't you Luke?"
My son didn't seem to even hear my question. He just let go of my leg and hobbled around to inspect the little toy plane that the brown haired boy was clutching.
Luke tried grabbing for it but James pulled back a little, his lit up face dimming, a slight shift of mood settling. Hesitation surfaced on James' face, curiosity slipping into suspicion.
"Mummy, plane!" The biggest smile plastered on Luke's face as he pointed a stubby finger at the toy. "Vwoom!"
"No!" The freckles on James' face scrunched up as his brow creased and he pouted. " It's mine."
"James!" Caitlin tutted, bending down so she was eye-level with the pair. "You can take turns with it."
"Noooo! It's miiiiiiiiine!" The boy started wobbling backward but I could see he was finding it difficult finding his feet. Sure enough he landed on his bum halfway down the hall with Luke trailing on in front. They didn't get far, and all Luke had to do was snatch the plane out of his hands and toddle back to me. He looked pretty proud of himself too.
"NOOOO!" James' cry echoed down the hall as he pushed himself to his feet and charged for his toy. "Give it