I'm bringing it up to date. Naturally, in this scene the camera will become digital. But I will still have to find an excuse for Barney to go to Tesco's.
Chapter 1
“There you go.”
Mr Fletcher carefully swung Nick into the wheelchair. Barney shifted from one foot to the next. He never knew whether he should offer to help when Mr Fletcher was getting Nick out of the car. He always wanted to do something. But it was clear that Mr Fletcher knew what he was doing.
Mr Fletcher carefully swung Nick into the wheelchair. Barney shifted from one foot to the next. He never knew whether he should offer to help when Mr Fletcher was getting Nick out of the car. He always wanted to do something. But it was clear that Mr Fletcher knew what he was doing.
“You can wheel him in if you like,” said Mr Fletcher.
“Oh no he can’t,” shouted Nick. He pulled the lever in the
arm of the wheelchair and it whizzed
forward. Barney went to open the front door. But he was too late. Nick somehow
managed to drive straight at the door, so that it was flung open. Barney winced
as it crashed back into the chair. Nick took no notice. He jiggled the controls
again. He was frowning slightly and his tongue was poking out a little way
between his teeth. Then the chair jerked forward so that it pushed the door
again. He accelerated through.
“Come, on, what’s keeping you?” shouted Nick through the now
closed door. Barney shook his head and grinned. Then he walked slowly in.
The wheelchair whirred along. Nick was already at the end of
the long corridor when Barney got to the other side of the door. Barney watched his friend stop the chair and
then jiggle the controls on the arm rest. The chair pivoted to face the door to
Nick’s room, and then Nick did the trick with the door again. This time,
though, the door stayed open. The magnet
on the wall held it in place. Barney stood and stared for a moment. How did he
manage it?
“Are you coming then?” shouted Nick. "Come on."
Barney shook his head and then made his way into Nick’s
room. Nick was already nudging the edge of the drawers with his wheelchair.
“In there,” he said, nodding his head towards the top
drawer. “Close the door will you? I don’t want any-one else to know.”
Barney opened the drawer. He took the sketch book out and
the small tin of water colours.
“Get the water,” commanded Nick.
Barney pushed Nick up to his desk. He spread the plastic
sheet out for him and arranged the latest picture so that Nick could get to it
easily. He unscrewed the tube of white
and then opened the lid of the tin.
“Hurry up with that
water, man!” Nick’s face was going red. That always happened when he got
frustrated.
Barney hurried over to the sink with the jar. He had just
filled it and carried it back, when
there was a knock on the door. Barney covered the picture with a sheet of
kitchen paper and opened the door. Mrs Fletcher was standing there with a tray
of drinks and biscuits.
“Thank you, Barney,” she said.
Nick sighed.
“Mum. Do you mind? Barney and I have got things to do.”
“You need to drink, love,” Mrs Fletcher replied, quietly.
“Barney, do you think …”
“Yes, it’s alright, Mrs Fletcher. Really.”
Mrs Fletcher nodded and smiled. Nick pulled a face.
"I grew out of baby cups a long time ago,"
he said, pointing to the invalid cup.
Barney walked over to the tray and took the cup.
"Don't let it get to you," he said.
Nick didn’t
resist as Barney held the cup up to his lips. He even managed to lift his hand
up to the cup so that it looked as if he was actually holding it. He tipped a little of the fluid into Nick’s
mouth and then straightened the cup up as he waited to hear Nick’s laboured
swallow. At last it came. Then he was able to tip a little more into Nick’s
mouth. Slowly, slowly, the cup emptied. Barney took a few sips of his own drink
to keep Nick company.
Then Nick seemed to be struggling. There was a strange
rasping noise in his throat. He was trying to swallow and couldn’t. He rolled
his head from side to side in frustration. Barney pushed him forward and thumped his back.
"Come on now," he shouted. "Swallow."
Barney’s heart was racing. This was happening more and more
often now. One day …. – no that didn’t bear thinking about. Then all at
once, Nick hiccoughed and he was
breathing freely again. He giggled.
“Stop doing that, you monkey,” said Barney, cuffing him on
the arm.
Nick giggled again.
“Want a biscuit?” Barney asked.
Nick nodded. Barney broke a piece off one of the soft short
cakes.
“Here,” he said, placing it in Nick’s mouth. “Chew it
properly.”
“Yeah,” mumbled Nick.
Barney moved the
kitchen paper back from picture. He stared at the small boats which seemed to
bob up and down in the wind swept harbour. How could someone like Nick do
something as clever? In fact, how could any-one?
“Did you take the film out?” Nick asked.
“Yes, said Barney. “I’ll take it in on the way home.
Twenty-four hours be okay?”
“Twenty-four hours will be fine,” said Nick dryly. “But make
them BIG!”