Recently, I have been to quite a few funerals and saw the dazed sad faces of the close family as they mourned. Then I saw a competition to write a Valentine story where someone is changed. That’s when this story about a little girl and her neighbour came to me. It had to be no more than 214 words. I call it
Matty’s Angel Picture
“Where have you been Matty?”said my mother as I came in, late for supper. “Oh, I was just over at Mr. Grantwell’s house.”
“Why go there?”
“Mommy, he was outside and looked sad. I tried to talk to him but he was so grumpy that I left. I decided to make him a pretty picture. Then I went across our lawn and knocked on his door.
“When he saw me, he said, ‘What do you want pestering me again?’
“I said, ‘I just want to give you this picture.’ And I handed it to him. As he looked at it, his face changed. He asked me in.”
“Well, go on .What happened next?”
“After wiping his eyes, he said, ‘ I’ll get you a drink.’ He gave me a glass of juice.
“I said, ‘Thank you. I am sorry my picture made you sad.’
“‘No. It’s just that your angel drawing reminded me of my own little girl. She died about your age. She loved angels. Now my wife’s gone, I’ve no one.’
“I put the glass down and said, ‘ I’m here.’ Then I climbed onto his lap, gave him a hug and cried with him. He hugged me back. That’s all I did this afternoon. He needed someone to love him.”