The Blitz

Monday. The worst day in history. For most people its the end of the weekend, having to go back to work or school. For me, its possibly the last time I'll ever see my father. Alive. I was awake all night, thinking about him. When the dreaded Monday morning finally came, i was exhausted. I walked down the stairs to see that James was already awake and he was clinging onto my father's forearm screaming "Daddy please don't go!" with tears streaming down his face. My father looked like he was about to start crying too. I walked over and pulled James away from father. I bit back my tears. I heard the door bell ring. I answered the door. Patrick and Lee O' Conner were there. Patrick was very untactful and said "Come along now Hugh, its time to go." Lee looked at me sadly. Father hugged me and James and said "I love you both, I'll be home soon, I promise." I looked a father, It wasn't like him to lie so i decided to believe him. James looked doubtful, but he hugged Father extra hard. I heard a bus park outside our house. Father gulped "I have to go now kids." he turned and walked out the door. "Bye" i managed to croak. Patrick looked at me "Don't worry Missy, I'll keep an eye on your daddy" he followed my father out the door. Lee, James and I were left standing in an empty house.

"So who will be minding us?" I asked Lee, as i sipped some water out of a mug. Lee shook his head "Dad said, that he didn't live too far from here." I heard a knock on the door, before i could answer, the door was opened , a croaking old voice i vaguely recognized came out "In my day, people were there to actually answer the door." I walked out into the hallway and saw a frail old man, standing there. Mr. Hatter.