![]() ![]() Oh no! He simply had to post the birthday card he’d made for his mother last night and it was up in his craft room in the attic. ![]() It was still October for just under twelve hours, but the temperatures were threatening frost, and since the hour had gone back it was almost dark when the children came out of school. Mentally slapping himself for being such an irresponsible parent, he dashed into the bedroom and grabbed his coat. Then the other parents, mostly mums, would tut and frown and mutter about children with two dads having problems. He was due at the school gates in ten minutes and and Ewan would cry if he was late again. Time had passed while he was putting the finishing touches to Ewan’s costume for the Hallowe’en party tonight and he hadn’t noticed, lost in considering how to attach the tail and horns so that a six year old would be unlikely to dislodge them. The characters and plot are based on something I wrote some years ago, but recently rewrote and edited extensively.Īdam ran quickly upstairs. ![]() ![]() The house in the story is real I live in it. The story is dedicated to smallhobbit, a friend in real life and on social media, who entertains me with her fanfic offerings and whose birthday falls on Halloween. ![]()
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