The New Friend

The five year old was shouting to be heard over the noisy whir of the blender. One hand held the lid of the jar in place, and with the back of the other, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I turned to the shouting, tiny human, tugging at the waistband of my jeans and looking up at me expectantly.

“I wanna go meet my friend!”

“It’s scorching outside,” I said calmly.

“No!” he wailed, “My friend is waiting for me in the park! I want to go meet him! Now, Ma, NOW!”

The tug on my waistband felt stronger, more determined, persistent. I sighed and opened the lid and looked at the half mashed bits of banana in the smoothie I was making.

“Fine. But you will finish this smoothie and only then we’ll go to the park. Your friend can wait.”

The boy was jumpy with impatience. He gulped the smoothie faster than I’d ever seen him gulp any food or drink. As he ran to get his pail and shovel for the sandbox, I asked him who this new friend was.

“I met him yesterday.”

“But what’s his name?”

“I didn’t ask.”

He bolted out the door just as I grabbed my keys from the bowl on the table close to the door. I saw him rush down the stairs and called out to slow down.

“You’ll fall down and hurt yourself! We could’ve taken the elevator.”

“It wasn’t working! I checked!” he replied without breaking his stride.

I smiled as I watched his enthusiasm. Barely three feet tall, and his whole being seemed so focused on meeting and building sand castles with his friend.

The sun was blazing down on the sandbox and the air was hot and humid. The playground was empty – predictably, given the heat. My son set down his little tools and got to work.

“Right, so where is this friend of yours?” I asked, a tad irritated.

“Right here,” he replied, without looking up from the sandbox.

“You dragged me down here to meet an imaginary friend?”

“I didn’t ask you to come. And he isn’t imaginary,” he replied, as coolly as before.

“You will not talk to me in that tone, young man! We’re going back home this instant. It is hot; this is no time to be out playing!”

He gave me a deaf ear. This infuriated me further. I forcefully picked up one of his moulds and began to walk away, announcing, “I am leaving. You can be here alone if you want.”

“No, Ma! Wait” he cried. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him quickly pick up his sand toys. I walked back into the lobby, with him close at my heels. I stole a glance at him and noticed him smiling. That was odd.

The elevator was working now and I pushed the button. It was one of those old-fashioned elevators with cage-like doors that had to be manually opened. My son was still smiling. Once we stepped in, my son said, “Ma, turn off the light, I want to see my friend.”

“Enough with this friend!” I replied exasperated.

“Please, Ma!”

I gave in, because I was in no mood to argue. Heat gets to me like that. I flicked the light switch off and the elevator was plunged into darkness, being lit up briefly as we ascended the floors.

It was during one of those brief moments of light that I noticed – there were not two, but three shadows in the lift.

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29 thoughts on “The New Friend

  1. Shailaja V February 16, 2016 / 5:25 AM

    Creepy yet cute. Kind of fell in love with the little guy through your imagery 🙂

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  2. Lata Sunil February 16, 2016 / 8:32 AM

    creepy.. but awesome.

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  3. Sid Balachandran February 16, 2016 / 11:09 AM

    First of, a very warm welcome back to writing Fiction again. And I finally feel that all those nights of trying to get you to write has sort of paid off.
    The story is remarkably cute – but only because I’m familiar with your writing style, I figured there was bound to be something ‘off’ – in this case, enjoyed the paranormal-ish take, S.
    Keep writing.

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    • Sreesha Diva February 17, 2016 / 10:39 PM

      Don’t welcome me back yet, I am still…. getting there… in little bursts. And yes, you did push me a lot and for that I am seriously grateful!
      Haha, that’s partially why I stopped and why I need to take a different route with my stories – everyone now automatically assumes someone’s already dead! (which is why I didn’t kill the mom in this story :D)

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  4. iamabloggertoo February 16, 2016 / 11:14 AM

    That’s a story with some element of suspense in it. It leaves me thinking hard as to who was that new friend inside the elevator. I liked reading this story 🙂

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  5. rk2127 February 16, 2016 / 8:20 PM

    I love paranormal stuff yet cant get myself to see it alone but i certainky can read it.

    New to tiur blog and writing, certainly looking forward to this tale.

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    • Sreesha Diva February 17, 2016 / 10:41 PM

      Oh I know! I read a lot of paranormal stuff and have written quite a bit too since my teens, but I canNOT get myself to watch it!
      Thanks for reading!

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  6. kalaravi16 February 17, 2016 / 10:11 AM

    Madame fiction, tres bien! Loved the X-Filesy twist and the imaginative narration!

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  7. shanayatales February 17, 2016 / 8:37 PM

    I should have known! This was creepy, yet cute – odd, yet interesting combination.

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  8. Vinitha February 17, 2016 / 11:07 PM

    Loved the narration, Sreesha! The last bit was creepy. Would love to know what happens next. Cute story!

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    • Sreesha Diva March 2, 2016 / 10:29 AM

      Ahh, let’s hope the boy stays safe from the friend then 😛

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  9. Beat About The Book February 18, 2016 / 11:13 AM

    Ooh scary. Obviously I identified with the mom and totally freaked out. The kid is heartwarmingly cute. Oh and that means I loved your writing.

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    • Sreesha Diva March 2, 2016 / 10:30 AM

      Moms are such worry-ers, aren’t we?
      Thank you, T 🙂 🙂

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  10. Rekha @ Dew Drops February 18, 2016 / 12:41 PM

    Oh my God! All this while I thought he might have had fireflies or the likes inside his sandbox. You scared the hell out of me.

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  11. Parul Thakur February 18, 2016 / 6:58 PM

    That was freaky! For a moment I thought you were writing about your son but then as the story progressed it was so well described. You should write more fiction.

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