Eight O’Clock

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Hush.  It’s eight o’clock.  A magical hour.  Hush.  Tiptoe, lower your voice, turn down the lights.  It’s eight o’clock.

All over the land freshly bathed, and now scented of baby shampoo and talcum powder, the little folk are succumbing.  They settle in cots and tiny beds, one thumb in their mouth and the other clutching the covers.  Slowly they drift away to fairytale lands, places like the Land of Nod.  Some are already there, one foot twitching with a dream.  Others are still seeing shadow shapes on the ceiling, plotting tomorrow’s voyage in a cardboard boat or squaring up to do battle with the monster under the bed.

Hush.  It’s eight o’clock.  A magical hour.  Hush.  Tiptoe, lower your voice, turn down the lights.  It’s eight o’clock.

Downstairs there’s another world.  Parents crash onto sofas, exhausted at the bathtime and bedtime drills and battlegrounds.  Maybe some are guiltily flicking on the television, surely they can relax for a bit.  Others are still on duty, loading washing machines, preparing tomorrow’s lunches or squaring up to do battle with the monster in the corner, the ironing basket.

Hush.  It’s eight o’clock.  A magical hour.  Hush.  Tiptoe, lower your voice, turn down the lights.  It’s eight o’clock.

There’s quiet and peace in both these worlds though.  A time of focus and distraction free work or maybe even a little time to wind down and find some coveted me-time.  These worlds won’t meet again for a few hours until parents too climb up the stairs to the Land of Nod to meet their children, days at the park, days at the seaside, plans yet to happen.

Hush.  It’s eight o’clock.  A magical hour.  Hush.  Tiptoe, lower your voice, turn down the lights.  It’s eight o’clock.

Unless from somewhere out of the dark comes the dreaded pad-pad of little feet.  Little feet stirring and marching with purpose.  A querulous voice sounds out of the dark:

“I WANT A DRINK OF WATER!”

Write On Edge: Red-Writing-Hood

This week we were asked to respond to:

8:00 -AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction but 8:00. In 200 words or less.

I’m a ‘little’ bit over (by about half again!) but it was fun to write.

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29 thoughts on “Eight O’Clock

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  2. Jake Dorn

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  3. weathervane

    Amazing! This blog looks just like my old one! It’s on a totally different topic but it has pretty much the same page layout and design. Excellent choice of colors!

  4. I would love some hush around 8 o’clock. That is right around the time our bedtime battles begin. You can always count on that last drink of water or a final bathroom trip. Great take on the prompt.

  5. The repetition is lovely (though I probably shouldn’t have read it with another 6 hours to go before bedtime, sigh.) I love the concept of different households settling in different ways. And that glass of water? Priceless.

  6. FANTASTIC! I love the repetition, and the contrasts of what “monsters” are for the kids versus the parents. And of course the end is wonderful and brings a great laugh. I also like how your story wasn’t about just one family, but the commonalities of all families with little ones. Great stuff!

  7. I don’t think I could adore this more. Especially the shadows as the kids go to sleep. Each image is lovely, and the repletion makes it both compelling and dreamy.

  8. HAHA! That was a great ending…sounds like that happened to you while you were writing the post. I was all set to go off on a thoughtful comment about parent together-time, but you derailed me. Hilarious!

  9. Ahhh….eight o’clock really is a magical hour. And this month, it means back to writing for nano. And yes, inevitably, a kidlets door opens for one reason or another at least once. I liked the repitiion of the Hush line! :>

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