For the second time that night she checked under the bed…No nothing. What was that noise? There, there it was again…a slight ticking sound. Her brother had said something about the ‘Death Watch Beetle’ and she being a serious 6 year old…took things literally, so this black beetle (they always were black, weren’t they?) had to have a watch, surely? So, obviously he needed to tell the time for some reason, a bit like the rabbit in that Alice in Wonderland story that she likes so much. She wasn’t scared, of course not…the light was on…obviously nothing could happen while the light was on, she knew that and so everyone knew it, even 6 year olds. Actually she was six and three quarters, so important that three quarters, as she was older than her best-friend so she knew more about life. She knew about Beetles, therefore she wanted to see this one and as she was feeling sleepy she might miss it…so it better hurry up and come out from under wherever it was, because, yawn! …she was so, so tired…..
Morning arrived to find the little girl asleep on the floor, curled up in her duvet by the side of the bed. Her older brother tip-toed in and crawled under the bed from the opposite side, lifted a broken piece of floorboard, carefully removed his Grandfathers Old Gold pocket watch, replaced the board ever so silently and tiptoed out of the room again…
Some time later, the little girl woke from her slumbers and found she was still on the floor. She remembered the night before and smiling to herself she looked down at her left hand. There held gently in the palm of her hand was a little Black Beetle, wearing a gold chain around it’s neck … and from it there hung a tiny, tiny watch….
Lady P © 2009