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When Will It Be My Turn

He had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Watching, as one by one, others took their turn. But not him. Why? Had he done something wrong? Was he different to the others? These are the questions he asked himself, day after day, but never found an answer to.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It would soon be time. Maybe today would be his day. His gaze took him to the window and through it; he saw the sun rising over the distant hills. He could see the tree in the garden below and watched as one by one, the brown and golden leaves took it in turn to spiral slowly to the ground.

His mind began to play tricks with him and suddenly he was in the garden. Sat on a thick green and red rug whose bristle tickled his legs. Keeping him company on the rug were a plate of peanut butter sandwiches and a jug of freshly squeezed oranges. Both were Mathew’s favourites and no doubt would soon be devoured. He smiled as he pictured Mathew holding one of the half-eaten sandwiches to his mouth, asking him to try some.

His heart missed a beat, as he heard footsteps outside the door. He was back in the bedroom and realised he had been reminiscing of days gone by. There had been a time when he had left the house every day, but this was long gone. Now his legs hadn’t moved in ages and he wondered if they would ever do so again.

His mind returned to the footsteps, just as the handle turned and the door swung upon. His pulse raced, as their eyes met and he cried out loudly “It’s my turn. It’s my turn!”

The look of glee on his face turned to one of despair. His best friend, no his only friend, had once again ignored him and left the room, hand in hand, with another.

Hours went by and he sat, perfectly still, his head fuelled with emotion. He felt like crying but he wouldn’t cry. He couldn’t cry.

“What’s this?”

The door had opened again.

“What are you doing?”

He saw Mathew’s mother walking around the room. He then saw her outstretched arms reach for him and lift him up, from the chair he was in.

“Hoorah! I’m going out!” he cried. The sadness now replaced with a warmth of expectation.

“But what’s this? What are you doing? I can’t see!”

All of a sudden he was surrounded, on either side, by something hard and dark. The light went out as something came down over his head. His body then shook as if he was moving from side to side. He knew not where he was going but felt a thud, as his short journey came to an end.

Then total silence. Total darkness. No window. No tree. No hills. Nothing.

He knew not what lay in store for him. The label on the wooden box containing him gave it away. The label read “TOYS FOR CHARITY SHOP”.

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