"Mummy, are we really going on one of those?"
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SEPTEMBER 2005
"Hurry up Matty, we're going to be late!" His mother calls rather impatiently. She is stood in the driveway with the car door open, waiting for her 5 year old son to make an appearance from the house. Time is ticking. They needed to be on the road by 8 if they were going to make it to the airport in time for their flight.
He soon appears, his dark brown hair dusting his ears, his green shorts cladding his knees as Matty bounds out of the door, down the step. His favourite navy blue wellies covering his feet, with his yellow coat hanging loosely on his arms. His right hand clutching tightly to his most favoured prized possession....his blanket.
His mother spots the ragety brown material clutched in her son's fist. She sighs shaking her head. "Matty, you should really pack your blanket away safe, I don't want you to leave it anywhere."
Matty climbs into his polka dot car seat, settling on the raised cushioned chair, waiting for his mother to buckle him up.
"No Mummy, blanket will be safe with me," He replies, pulling the material through his fingers, before letting it rest on his knees.
"Well...let's hope you're right." His mother mutters under her breath. She doesn't have time for a debate right now and knows her son well enough to know she wouldn't win this battle.
With the house locked up and the car engine now running, the car pulls off the driveway and down the road.
Matty gazes out of the window, watching his house being left behind as the trees now obscure his view. He now looks ahead at his mother sat behind the wheel. Mummy are we there yet?"
"Matty, we've just left!" His mother half laughs at her son's impatience.
Matty just huffs at not really getting the answer he wants. He turns his attention to his blanket, lifting it up to what light was shining in the car, looking at the material's transparency before wrapping it around his arm like a bandage. How could his mother possibly think he would leave his precious blanket anywhere?
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"Matty...Matty sweetheart...."
The little boy opens his eyes from his nap, momentarily forgetting where he is, to then suddenly remember that he is sat in his car seat and was heading to the airport.
"We're here." His mother says in a calming kind of tone.
Matty can now see the planes in the distance. Some taking off, some landing, some just parked, their tails painted in different colours and symbols. The black dots along the side reminded Matty of the holes that a hole punch made in paper that he had seen on his mother's work desk. He felt his heart race a little with excitement as he cranes his neck the best he can to take it all in.
"Mummy are we really going on one of those?" Matty questions, his eyes not being able to pull away from the scene in front of him.
"Yes we are." His mother says with a smile as she glances at her son in the rear view mirror. "All the way across the sea to see uncle Bobby."
Matty grins widely, shaking his welly covered legs in his seat, just taking it all in as his mother heads into a large parking area, with the car finally grinding to a halt in one of the bays. She turns to look at her son. "I'll be one moment, I'm just going to sort out the parking ticket ok?"
Matty nods as he watches his mother turn back around, grabbing her handbag from the passenger seat and heading out of the car. He feels the slam of the metal door, before the sound of his mother locking him in, then the weird silence inside the car, only disturbed by the outside roar of those large engines.
"We are going on an adventure blanket!" Matty says excitedly, squeezing the material in both hands.
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Possession (boyxboy)
ParanormalSUPERNATURAL/ROMANCE From the earliest days of his childhood, Matty Stevens had never been seen without his cherished comforter, a soft and worn blanket that seemed to embody the essence of solace. It was more than just fabric; it was his steadfast...
