Conor – Can Bitsy fine five-year-old Conor? The next part of The Gone. #amwriting #thegone
Max steps forward but I stop him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back.
“Conor?” I call.
The form moves and unfolds. Two brilliant blue eyes stare at me.
“Bitsy?” he asks. It is Conor who started calling me Bitsy, and the name just stuck. Now as the kid looks at me I nod. In seconds he is out of the wardrobe and in my arms. The odd thing is that he ignores Max.
Keeping his head cradled against my chest I move fast, past his mum and dad. He doesn’t need to see them, I just hope he hasn’t seen too much. As I run I notice that he is very warm.
Reaching the living room I pop him on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” I ask, checking his head and neck. His clothes are crumpled but clean and he seems okay.
He’s watching me with too big eyes…
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