Microfiction: First Steps
I turned my back for a second. That’s all. One second. When I spun around, holding the blanket, Josh wasn’t there.
Lips wobbling, I reached my shaking arms towards the cot. Where’d my baby gone? It didn’t make sense.
The sides were too high for him to climb and there was nowhere to hide. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the empty bed. His blanket fell from my hands, blue elephants mocking me, dancing before my eyes.
“Josh? Where are you?” Even I could hear the note of desperation in my voice.
I gazed until my eyes watered. Nausea rose in my stomach and my hands trembled. But just before I screamed, the air flickered, like a heat haze, distracting me.
Then came a ‘pop’, and there he lay, giggling. My mouth dropped open. Invisibility? And early manifestation. Looked like he’d got the genes. I thought he would, but I’d had my money on x-ray vision….