Tardis Trap

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It’s a fun afternoon out on the East Devonport Streets.

We have all been taking turns to pretend we are in Doctor Who’s Tardis, actually it’s an old cupboard we have found on the street, but we have imagined it new.  Everyone pops in and out and all seems safe and fun.  I love watching Doctor Who, being terrified by it, and hiding behind the couch when the monsters become too much.  Butterflies in my tummy are what makes life so interesting.  I’d rather that than be bored.

When people come out we pretend to be monsters chasing the Doctor and sometimes his companions.  Some of us are great actors.

We see how many people fit into the old cupboard.

We play chases.

But now on my turn to be the Doctor someone has decided to lock the door.   My assistant has not followed me.  It’s dark in here. I am banging on the door. I am afraid I won’t be able to breathe. All I can hear are giggles and whispers.  It is all too real.

‘Let me out, Let me out,’ my desperation is making them laugh even more. I begin to sob. I bang on the doors. Their noise dies down and lots of them sound like they are running away.

One brave, break away kid, opens it up, and then he too runs away. I don’t see his face.

I jump out of the cupboard. I have moved forward in time. Now there are no neighbourhood friends, only hot tears streaming down my face and a breath of fresh air to bask in.

I run all the way home, not looking back, only looking forward.

Written in Response to Write Practice ‘Tap into your Inner Child’

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