This is the space to tell us how you would answer the writing prompt that appears in CrimeBits on page 189.
I’m waiting.
Minutes have turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks. I don’t know how long anymore. I’m not that good at counting that many. Just sat next to the window, waiting for her to come back.
Dad has been drinking that strange glass of light brown stuff a lot more lately. I tried some once. Didn’t like it though. Made me go all shivery inside. My mate Ben said it was prob- ably beer. His Dad drinks that as well.
I don’t mind waiting. Because I know she’ll come back. She always said I was her ‘Special little man’. I liked it when she called me that. Made me feel all warm and toasty.
I love my mum.
She’s the best mum in the world. She makes special cakes and lets me lick the spoon when she’s done with the mixing.
So I’ll wait for her. As long as it takes. Have to keep my eyes peeled, just in case she can’t find the house anymore. It’s been a while, and sometimes I forget where things are, so maybe she might as well. So I best keep sitting here next to the window.
Yesterday, Dad didn’t come home.