Peter
The blood was dripping and he was crying. The Darlings were so nice to him…but they were grown-ups and grown-ups should always be punished. He dropped his knife to the ground and went to go clean up. The children were next. They mustn’t grow up.
“Who are you?” one of the little children asked.
“My name is Peter Pan. I’ve come to take you to Neverland.”
“How will we get there?”
“Flying, of course.”
“How?”
“Close your eyes and think happy thoughts.”
When he left, the morphine had killed them and their souls were off to Neverland, to stay forever young.
© Robin LeBlanc 2009
