Tatty:His Room:Rocking and Tatty in New Boots
As Tatty slowed his rocking his vision became clearer, and he realized that he was alone in his room. Anna and Jack were gone, how long had they been gone? One glance at the door reminded Tatty why he was so upset; the boots. There they sat, next to the door, glaring at him, black and large, and his eyes trailed back down to his own tattered Boots. One was missing a lace, he'd put together some of his tatting string to tie it on, and the other was in fairly bad shape anyway. These boots, they were special to him, James had given them to him one day, just days before he disappeared. Tatty had often thought of just throwing them away, James had abandoned him, but he couldn't let go. It was the only thing Tatty had left, he couldn't just throw that all away.
They were tight too, his toes felt squished, and his heels hurt. The soles of the shoes had begun to fall apart, and the left one had a hole in the bottom that water would seep through if he stepped into a rain puddle. Tatty figeted, he didn't want to replace James with these new boots, but he knew deep down inside that he was a growing boy, and these boots wouldn't last forever. Maybe he could keep them, Anna hadn't said anything about having to throw out his old boots, she hadn't said anything to be exact, but he knew she wouldn't do that to him.
Tatty stood up and moved to the bed, setting the Tatting down and running his fingers across the cloth of the shirts and coat on the bed. At least these things he could agree too, and he quickly removed his shirt before slipping on the dark blue Tshirt. He quickly pulled the over shirt on and buttoned just two buttons, right in the middle. This was a lot of clothes to wear at once, but he supposed that it would be fine, and he could leave the Jacket until it was actually time for the wedding.
Picking up the tatting supplies and turning to sit back down in his chair, his eyes once again met with the new boots by the doorway. Sighing heavily, Tatty figured it wouldn't hurt just to try them on, that's all he would do, and if he felt bad about it at all he'd simply put the old boots back on. He snatched them from next to the door way as if they were half a loaf of bread and he hadn't eaten in days, heading quickly back to his bed. Sitting on the edge with his back to the door, Tatty pulled the shoes from his feet. Instantly the cool air made him feel naked inside, as if he had taken his heart from his chest and thrown it to the wayside.
Readjusting his socks, Tatty pulled the right one on first and waited. He waited for it to hurt, for it to feel dead, not right, like a heavy lump in his throat. Instead, they felt..they felt comfortable. Warm and wide, he could wiggle his toes and the ache was going away, slowly. They did feel heavy, but not in a bad way, and he bent over and pulled the left one on, taking the time to slowly lace them and tie them shut, swallowing the big lump in his throat down. They felt, they felt nice, but like a new home, they felt strange. Standing up slowly his feet squished down into the soft insole, and his feet felt, well they felt indescribably different. Tatty moved the old shoes to the top of his dresser, placing them in plain sight, he'd never forget James and his kindness, not ever, but maybe for now it was time to move on, and to let go just a little bit.
Tatty sat back down in his rocking chair with his tatting supplies and got back to work, wiggling his toes in their new home, trying to allow himself to be ok with this. If the old boots meant home because they were from James, then maybe these new boots could mean home to Tatty because they were from Anna.
They were tight too, his toes felt squished, and his heels hurt. The soles of the shoes had begun to fall apart, and the left one had a hole in the bottom that water would seep through if he stepped into a rain puddle. Tatty figeted, he didn't want to replace James with these new boots, but he knew deep down inside that he was a growing boy, and these boots wouldn't last forever. Maybe he could keep them, Anna hadn't said anything about having to throw out his old boots, she hadn't said anything to be exact, but he knew she wouldn't do that to him.
Tatty stood up and moved to the bed, setting the Tatting down and running his fingers across the cloth of the shirts and coat on the bed. At least these things he could agree too, and he quickly removed his shirt before slipping on the dark blue Tshirt. He quickly pulled the over shirt on and buttoned just two buttons, right in the middle. This was a lot of clothes to wear at once, but he supposed that it would be fine, and he could leave the Jacket until it was actually time for the wedding.
Picking up the tatting supplies and turning to sit back down in his chair, his eyes once again met with the new boots by the doorway. Sighing heavily, Tatty figured it wouldn't hurt just to try them on, that's all he would do, and if he felt bad about it at all he'd simply put the old boots back on. He snatched them from next to the door way as if they were half a loaf of bread and he hadn't eaten in days, heading quickly back to his bed. Sitting on the edge with his back to the door, Tatty pulled the shoes from his feet. Instantly the cool air made him feel naked inside, as if he had taken his heart from his chest and thrown it to the wayside.
Readjusting his socks, Tatty pulled the right one on first and waited. He waited for it to hurt, for it to feel dead, not right, like a heavy lump in his throat. Instead, they felt..they felt comfortable. Warm and wide, he could wiggle his toes and the ache was going away, slowly. They did feel heavy, but not in a bad way, and he bent over and pulled the left one on, taking the time to slowly lace them and tie them shut, swallowing the big lump in his throat down. They felt, they felt nice, but like a new home, they felt strange. Standing up slowly his feet squished down into the soft insole, and his feet felt, well they felt indescribably different. Tatty moved the old shoes to the top of his dresser, placing them in plain sight, he'd never forget James and his kindness, not ever, but maybe for now it was time to move on, and to let go just a little bit.
Tatty sat back down in his rocking chair with his tatting supplies and got back to work, wiggling his toes in their new home, trying to allow himself to be ok with this. If the old boots meant home because they were from James, then maybe these new boots could mean home to Tatty because they were from Anna.