original fic/ Cards

[ca_te]

Jack is quite brave for being an average seven years old boy, but there are two things that he really doesn’t like, that is the way the wind howls through the wood of the ceiling on some winter nights and…cards. He knows that it doesn’t make any sense, even the younger children at the oratory play simple card games. He is ashamed but cards make him

Comments

[iamweebles]

Oh, this is sad, but I must confess not as sad as I was afraid it was going to be.. I'm quite relieved that it's a 7-year old's fear of disappointment and boredom and strangers - all normal fears - that cause him to dislike cards, and not something deeper and uglier.

Well done for showing us how Jack feels and giving his fear an understandable rationale - I can completely sympathize with him in this!

[ca_te]

Ah I'm glad that it wasn't as sad as you expected it to be! Indeed I didn't want to write anything particularly sad ^^ And well yes those were my fears when I was little too.

Thank you very much! I'm happy that you think so!