Summer was supposed to be warm, but I couldn’t stop shivering. It was unusually cold for this time of the year. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t move my eyelids. Something wasn’t right… I heard a silvery voice. “Follow me,” said a child I couldn’t see.

Finally, I was able to open my eyes. Hearing the sound of leaves playing in the wind and birds tweeting, I noticed I was in a forest, but the fog was so dense I could barely see my feet. I realized, I was lost and was not able to remember neither when nor how I came to this place.
Bewildered, I had little choice but follow a child, so I asked: “Where are you?”
No one responded.

“Hello! Are you there?”
“Yes. Just follow me,” said a child.
“I would like to, but I can’t see you. Can you give me a hand?”

My heart started beating and I felt the shiver coming down my spine. It was a strange situation and I started panicking. “I must focus! I have to remember where the voice came from. I have to get out.” I deepened my breath. Inhale. Exhale.

I just started to move my feet. Slowly, one step at a time.

“Follow my song,” whispered the child and quietly started singing. “The wheels on the bus go round and round…”
“What a relief!” Hearing a song my sons used to sing helped me bring more attention to the sound and focus. My heartbeat got a bit slower. “Inhale. Exhale.” I tried to sing along, relax, and keep going.

My feet started to go faster and soon I was running. I could see the fog thinning and the child’s voice was getting louder and clearer. Soon I saw a little silhouette in front of me. It was a boy. Wearing a raincoat and rain boots, he reminded me of a dwarf.

We were still in the green forest, running and singing. I was trying to catch my little savior.

When the song was over, we came to the edge of the forest. The boy stopped. I touched his hand and wanted to turn him around so I could see his face when he said: “Mummy! Mummy! Wake up! It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.”

I opened my eyes and saw my boy standing right next to my bed. He leaned over, gave me a peck on the cheek and a big comforting hug.

Boy - C4YC short story

Katarina Alič Čretnik

Author of all STORIES

After 10 years of working as an online journalist, blogger, content writer, and social media editor in various marketing teams and personal projects, writing became my true passion. It helps me put my mind in order, it enables me to share different information with my readers, and it lets my imagination run free. These short stories should tell you about my writing passion.