Three Tears

[magictoy]

It is dark outside. He lies with his back flat against the bed staring at the ceiling. It is dark outside and he is in Portugal. It is a strange place to him. Ever since the car crash everywhere is a strange place to him. The sheets are clean and fresh, newly washed for guests. He is comfortable but unable to sleep. His mind is a swirl of ideas and thoughts and imaginings. For over half a year everything has been a swirl so it has been easy to imagine that it was normal. But tonight in the dark, in this sanctuary away from home in a far away country he knows that it is not normal. It should never have happened. He thinks on what has been lost to him, on the mindless tragedy of it all, on how helpless he and everyone else had been to stop it from happening. On how he misses his daddy. A tear pierces his eye. It rolls down slowly over his cheek, sometimes threatening to stop still until it finally spills from his chin down his neck. This tear beckons a second one and a third one. Each one full to burst with his sadness and his loss. An idea forms in his head. His silly little head. Three tears. Three tears might mean something. Perhaps..perhaps something will happen in three years. He sniffs. His eyes are drier now. What if he comes back. What if Daddy comes back. In three years. He can have a daddy again. Mummy won't be sad anymore, his brothers and sisters won't be hurt anymore. Three years. Three tears, three years.
He sits up on the bed and looks out the window. It is dark outside. He sees a car turn into the drive it's lights strange and mysterious. It's going to be alright, he thinks.