Little Boy Lost – Chip Wrappings


Luca remembered the first few weeks of living with his Aunt and Uncle. They had tried to shield him from the newspapers. The front pages of the daily tabloids that carried pictures and the story of his mother’s disappearance. So called experts voicing opinions on her fate, many declaring she must be dead.

His Aunt had gone to great lengths to distract him from what was happening. Days out in the city, museums, a zoo and shopping for clothes. She had found him a school and made sure little was said about his past.

Luca learned not to ask too many questions as his Aunt would cry. Now as an adult he could understand her need for a resolution, for answers of some sort. He remembered how the endless not knowing had taken its toll on them.

Luca’s days soon became days of going to school, homework and messing about with friends he made. Life with his Aunt and Uncle took on a sense of normality when finally the press found a celebrity scandal to focus on and his mother was forgotten. Her story was yesterday’s news and had become the wrappings for countless fish suppers.

©JG Farmer 2015

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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