- Fifth Report; Things left unmentioned
- October 4th, 2011
Oh Clive. You've grown up so fast. ((A ghostly woman smiles, holding a picture in her hand with. Her hair is orange and protected under a bonnet. She seems to be dressed for bed, and glances forward just slightly. Behind her, an older man approaches, taking her at the shoulder and surprising her. She looks back and smiles, kissing him quickly.)) ░░░░░, have you seen this picture? It was ten years ago on his birthday, I remember your mother taking this. ((she giggles)) He had quite the spirit back then.
Hmm, he still does. Clive's grown up to be quite the astonishing young lad. I've a bon to pick with that young boy about tromping through the house with muddy shoes all the time, though. This football business is messing up my office.
Well, I think it's wonderful that he's finally making friends, and he's passing school with flying colors. He's finally come around, and I've never seen him happier. If a little dirt is the price to pay, I'll just make sweeping my favorite chore!
((The man smiles, nodding, then kisses his wife on the cheek.)) Perhaps, I'll show him off to my co-workers tomorrow, then. I think it's about time he learned what it is to be in a man's world. Good night, ░░░░░. Good night, Clive.
((The ghostly man's hand reaches out and pats something in the air, and the woman leans forward to kiss that same spot. Whispering her good-nights. Clive has been standing beside them, watching this unfold nervously, and staring at the picture in their hands. He is hidden from view, but it doesn't matter. Both parents disappear from view, leaving nothing to see. Clive turns to watch them go;
Good night, he whispers.))