The substitute
Well, OK, there's a remote possibility this one'll get touched, but I'm not betting on it. Again, it's got characters and a setting, but no plot. Pesky things, plots -- they go missing when you need them most. (Maybe I should check between the couch cushions)
The substitute
I know it's pretty normal for kids to have imaginary friends when they're little. Someone to play with and talk to when things get really bad, someone to confide those secrets that you just can't tell anyone else, someone to share your pain when something horrible happens and you just need someone who knows how to deal with it. I found mine the summer I was six, when my mother was dying of cancer.
Our back yard ran up into a state forest. It wasn't big, but it was craggy and overgrown, and only took a few minutes of walking before you lost all signs of civilization. When things got really bad with mom I used to go wander through it, pretending it was the forest primeval, someplace deep and brooding where nothing bad happened and nobody ever died. Yeah, I know, looking back on it there's no way a six year old kid should be doing that, but Dad was so wrapped up in Mom's dying that nobody paid me any attention. I made sure to always take a compass and pocket knife with me so I could find my way home if I needed to. This made sense to a six-year-old. Probably would've been OK too, if the compass actually worked and the knife wasn't broken. It was the symbolism that was important, though. It didn't matter that they didn't work, I had a Knife and a Compass, so I would be fine.
That's where I met him
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