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It was midnight. The room contained three chairs – an armchair, a wooden chair and an office chair with wheels. The carpet was a deep red. The walls were a sickly yellow. There was no other furniture in the room. One door. No windows. One tractor. One teddy bear. Three letter bricks – A, B and C.
On the floor sat a boy. Eleven years old. Way past his bedtime. He knew that from the clock on the wall. He’d been watching it for five hours. Dad had said he would be back at seven o’clock – not a second later.
“He’ll come soon,” said the teddy bear.
“You’ve been saying that for four hours and fifty-nine minutes.”
“So that’s not soon is it?”
“Soon is not a set amount of time, my lad,” said the teddy bear. “Soon could be seconds. Or soon could be weeks. It depends on how long you think ages is.”
“You talk a lot of nonsense sometimes,” said the boy.
“Don’t we all,” said the teddy bear.
“I don’t,” said the tractor. “ I always talk sense. I’m intractable.”
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