Nothing’s Wrong [Short Story]

The fragrance of fresh bread woke Thomas up one morning. He leaped out of bed excitedly, knowing what the smell signified. It meant that Uncle had come for a visit.

Thomas was six years old, and he could tell, with the instinct that all young children share, that his father liked Uncle a lot, but that his mother didn’t, even though Uncle was her brother. Thomas didn’t know why his mother didn’t like Uncle, but he sensed that it had to do with Uncle being a baker. He thought that maybe bakers weren’t as good as bankers, which is what his mother was. Thomas thought that being a baker was much nicer; Uncle wore comfy clothes and always smelled good, whereas Thomas’s mother always complained about her pantyhose and put too much perfume on.

Uncle was tall and skinny, but this morning, when Thomas went downstairs, he thought that Uncle had become like Flat Stanley, the flat boy that they were reading about in school. The illusion passed, and Thomas realized that it was only that Uncle looked even thinner than usual. He looked gaunt, although Thomas didn’t know that word, and he looked worn out and weary, more words that Thomas didn’t really understand.

“Morning, Tom-Tom.”

“Hi! What’s wrong, Uncle?”

“Drink your milk. Eat. We don’t want you to be late for school.” Thomas’s mother pushed a plate of eggs and a glass of milk at him without looking at Uncle at all. Then she swept right out of the room again, and Thomas and Uncle looked at each other as they hear Thomas’s parents yelling at each other upstairs. Uncle got up and checked on the bread in the oven. Whenever he came to visit, he’d let himself in very early and would bake fresh bread that would be ready for the family’s breakfast when they awoke.

“Here you go,” Uncle said, pulling the bread-pan out of the oven. He cut a thick, still steaming slice, and put it on Thomas’s plate. “Eat up.”

Thomas wasn’t going to give up on his question, though. “What’s wrong, Uncle?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Uncle smiled.

In the car on the way to school, Thomas asked his mother the same question. “Nothing,” she said. “Why? Has Uncle said anything?”

That evening, Thomas tried again. He went into the bathroom where his father was drying off after a shower and began to swing from side to side while holding the doorknob.

“Stop that, you’ll break it,” his father said, without much conviction. Thomas kept swinging.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Well. What did Mommy tell you?”


“And Uncle?”


“Oh dear. That must mean that whatever’s wrong, it’s a big deal. Listen, bub, you and I – we shouldn’t get involved, okay?”

“Okay,” Thomas said. But when he went to bed that night, he couldn’t help feeling scared by what his father had said. It sounded like his father didn’t know what was wrong either. If nobody knew what was wrong, then what would happen now? For the first time in months, Thomas had nightmares and wet the bed.


12 thoughts on “Nothing’s Wrong [Short Story]

  1. Priya says:

    I came here from Mostly Bright Ideas, SI.

    It is certainly interesting how parents feel saying “Nothing’s wrong” will keep the children from perceiving that something wrong is, in fact, going on.

    I could smell the freshly baked bread. Thought I’d let you know!

    Keep at it. The Writing, that is. You’re doing a good job by the look of it.

    • Thanks for visiting! I’m glad you stopped by, and hope to see you around :).

      Thank you so much for the encouragement, Priya. I’m glad I managed to convey the smell of bread across the distance of the Internet :).

  2. Family secrets, meant to protect, almost always do the opposite. You’ve conveyed as much with this short story, and created a real sense of imminent catastrophe. I’m worried for Thomas, and for Uncle.

  3. They say you should hook a reader in the first paragraph it you want to sell them a book. You are a master at this. There should be more you’s out there and far
    fewer stepany meyers.

    • Ha, well, I don’t know… As much as I don’t like Stephanie Meyer’s books, I also concede that she’s managed to produce highly readable page-turners that millions of readers have enjoyed.

      Thank you for the compliments, though :D.

  4. I see a few readers have already said what i came here to say – that, you got me hooked with this story!

    You conveyed so much without really saying it all. That is an art. That is a skill you most definitely have. Great work.

    • Thank you very much – your words mean a lot. I really have a hard time taking my short story attempts seriously, and it’s incredibly gratifying to see such responses to it. So – truly – I thank you.

  5. I really enjoyed this – and not just because my son’s name is Thomas. Your descriptions were good enough to make me see pictures as I read which I love. Keep it up !

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