Short Story: His Bed
The bed on the right is his. Always has been, always will be until he gets his own room. It’s the one thing in their shared room that he does not share with his sister.
But something that isn’t his is on his bed.
“Is this yours?” he asks his sister.
She scrambles onto his bed. “No. What is it?”
They lean in for a closer look. It looks like a maple leaf, but deep blue instead of the iconic fiery red.
“What’s that?” his sister asks as her hand reaches out. She presses her fingers to the unusual leaf.
And that’s when the problem begins.
In the blink of an eye, two things happen.
One, his sister vanishes.
Two, so does all traces of her existance.
Gone is the other bed. Gone are the puzzle erasers she collects on her side of the table. Gone is his sister from all the photographs in the room. It’s just him, in a too big room that looks like it has always belonged to only one person.
The blue maple leaf remains, deceptively innocent on his bed. He doesn’t know what it has done, or where his sister has disappeared to, but the leaf is all he has.
He looks at the blue leaf for a long time. Can he accept what just happened? Can he just let things be?
No. Where his sister goes, he follows. That’s what little brothers do.
He picks up a pen and leaves a note for their parents, just in case he doesn’t make it back in time.
(What if they don’t make it back at all?)
Sis went missing. I’m going after her.
He sets the note in plain sight and reaches for the leaf.
No turning back.
Genre: fantasy, family