Cloe had a skip in her step; she couldn’t wait to see her second grade teacher again. It was the first day back at school after the holidays and the warm sun lit up a perfect spring day. Cloe’s little three-year-old sister Wendy happily held hands with her father as they walked to school.
“I had a dream last night Daddy.” Wendy said, her blonde hair and pink skirt glistening in the sunlight.
Very attentively her father bent down, without slowing his pace.
“A dream? Was it about pink bunny rabbits?” He asked.
Wendy’s dreams always seemed to be about pink bunny rabbits.
“No.” Wendy said happily. “No pink bunny rabbits.”
At that moment one of Cloe’s classmates and her mother appeared out of a side street. The mother’s smile as stiff as the rest of her botoxed face.
“Hello.” Cloe said giving the other girl a hug. “Was Hawaii fun?”
“Awesome. We all got to surf at Waikiki.” Cloe’s friend said.
“I’ve always wanted to go there.” Cloe said throwing her dad a nasty glance.
“I dreamed about small, little people.” Wendy said.
“Did you go away?” The other girl’s mother asked Cloe’s father.
“No, just hung out at the local beach. Hawaii sounds like fun.” He said trying to move the subject of the conversation away from his unspectacular holiday.
“The little people came into my bedroom and played with me.” Wendy continued.
“Oh, Hawaii was so fun. I’m not sure who had more fun the kids or us. Expensive though.” The other girl’s mother said.
“Tell him about the Hula skirts Mum.” Said the other girl.
“The little people told me a secret.” Wendy said.
“We bought all the girl’s in the class a grass Hula skirt.” The mother said.
“They told me that you were going to smash up the car and that I was going to be dead.” Wendy added.
“Hula skirts for everyone? I hope you brought one back for me.” He joked
“No.” The mother said a little uncomfortably.
Cloe and her friend ran on ahead laughing and playing. While Wendy, her dad and the other girl’s mother walked silently the rest of the way to school.
Wendy was wearing a new yellow swimsuit as her father walked her towards the car.
“No, I don’t want to go in the car.” Wendy stopped.
“C’mon beautiful. We’ve got swimming lessons today.” Her dad said gently pulling on her arm
Wendy stomped her right foot on the ground. “I’m not going. I’m not going in the car. I don’t want to.”
“C’mon, you love swimming, let’s go.” Wendy’s dad said picking her up and carrying her towards the car.
Wendy started to cry and she frantically wriggled to escape his hold
“We can have popcorn after the swim.” Her dad said.
Tears streamed from her face as Wendy wailed and screamed. She tried desperately to hold onto the doorframe as her father put her firmly into her child safety seat and fastened the seat belt.
“Let me go, I don’t wanna go in the car.” She screamed.
“Wendy, you’re just being silly now. Stop that crying, stop it now or we won’t have popcorn. It’ll all be over soon enough. Stop the silly behaviour.”
Wendy’s father started the car and drove off with Wendy still screaming and thrashing in the back seat.
“Stop the car, stop the car, I want to get out.” She wailed as she struggled to free herself from her seat belt
“Don’t be ridiculous. Stop it, stop it now.” He yelled looking back at her.
Desperately Wendy pulled and struggled.
“Stop it. Stop it, you’ll hurt yourself.” He said glancing back at the road.
“But, the little people said I was going to be deaded.” She choked out breathlessly.
“What?” Her father asked spinning around in his seat.
Wendy’s father did not see the car recklessly speeding out from a give way sign.
The last thing Wendy’s father saw as he was wheeled into the back of an ambulance was a little person standing beside the unrecognizable remains of his car.
“Wendy, Wendy my beautiful Wendy.” The last words he uttered before he lost consciousness.