The Constant Chatter Chapter Three

Kingwell By Kingwell, 16th May 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I'm six months old now but I can still see my angels and they still play with me too.

I'm A Big Boy Now

I’m a big boy now! At least that’s what everyone tells me. Not only am I six months old - but they’re pleased because I’m beginning to notice what’s happening around me. I wonder what they thought I was doing before! I really wish they could understand me because I’d tell them, “looks can be deceiving”. They were all like me one time yet how quickly they forget! First of all you have to get use to this clumsy body, matter is SO dense – especially when you’ve gotten use to just thinking about somewhere and you are there instantly. Ah, the freedom – now that’s something I really miss.
I guess I’m eventually going to have to learn their way of communicating, but just how much can you say with mere words? I’m surprised people get along as well as they do! Then of course, there’s walking – see these little extremities there- what’s that they call them… oh yes feet, that’s it feet, well they expect me to stand on them and walk! I guess I’ll do it too, just like everyone else here. Those big kids really scare me sometimes, they not only walk on these things but they actually RUN! My angels laugh at me and say that everyone acts like this when they first come into matter. I still see and communicate with them, and I remember my friends quite well too, but I rarely see them anymore, they’ve become more of a memory now. My angels also tell me that I’m doing fine and have nothing to worry about; they keep telling me to just remember that, “nothing matters”. I say “yes I know that now, but you’re not the one stuck in THIS BODY!.

Baby Talk

I play hide and seek and lots of other games with my angels. They sometimes have me laughing so hard that I cry, but of course, no one here knows that. It’s like the times when Grandma thinks I’m laughing at her, but it’s really Charlie (that’s one of my angels, the other is John, sorry I forgot to introduce them before) peeping out from behind her ear, or John swinging from Grandpa’s moustache. I love my grandma and grandpa of course, they’re such sweet darlings, I just wish they could remember me, but they can’t of course, they’re far too much embedded in this matter now. I felt sad at first that mommy couldn’t remember me, but John and Charlie explained it all, and then I didn’t feel so bad.
Everyone uses this baby talk when they speak to me, and of course, I pretend to love it, but it just makes it even harder to learn this gibberish. Even my brother Nath (that’s short for Nathanael) tried talking to me like that the other day, now he’s not that big, only five years older than me, you’d think he’d remember what it’s like just stuck here, hardly able to move a muscle. He thought I was laughing at him too - oh, if he only knew! I don’t pay much attention to Ike and he don’t appear that interested in me either. He’s been here for more than thirteen years and has no doubt forgotten everything by now. I give them credit for one thing though, they can really use these – ah – oh yes these-these – feet things. I hope I learn to use them just as well someday. In the meantime, I’ll just keep kicking away at those legs - I have a strange feeling that might help. Oh boy! Mommy’s coming with my milk, must be my nap time!
TO BE CONTINUED See Chapter Four

See Chapter One

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Angels, Clumsy Body, Dense, Feet, Freedom, Grandma And Grandpa, Grandpas Moustache, Kids And Teens, Kingwell, Nap Time, Nothing Matters, Thirteen

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author avatar Kingwell
I am 75 years old and retired.I like writing short stories, poetry as well other articles of interest.

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author avatar Retired
16th May 2015 (#)

Kids grows so fast! Six months old now. Love this story!

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author avatar Kingwell
16th May 2015 (#)

Thanks CM. Blessings.

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author avatar Carol Roach
18th May 2015 (#)

What a wonderful story

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author avatar Kingwell
18th May 2015 (#)

Thanks Carol. Blessings.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
18th May 2015 (#)

Growing up years are both fun for the attention we receive, and also worrisome to catch up with those earlier than us here!

I do believe Kingwell, babies have memories of times before birth that fade away as they grow - siva

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author avatar Kingwell
18th May 2015 (#)

Thank you siva. I too believe this to be true. Blessings.

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author avatar Helen Thomas
18th May 2015 (#)

I enjoyed this ~ Kingwell. Thanks for sharing.

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author avatar Kingwell
19th May 2015 (#)

Thank you Helen. Hope you will continue to follow. Blessings.

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author avatar spirited
20th May 2015 (#)

interesting slant on growing up, Kingwell, they do say that we can talk in our minds before we talk out loud for real, but I wonder if his language for now is still the one he used in Heaven?

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author avatar Kingwell
20th May 2015 (#)

It's probably not a language at all but just a knowing or a feeling. I don't think there is a language on the other side but of course I have to present it this way here to mare it interesting and bring out a bit of humor. Blessings.

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