Short Story Challenge Result, by Grandma Banana Jessy

You guys thought I forgot about my little short story challenge.  (Or were hoping so).
Too bad.  Here was the short story challenge I posted:

Here's a challenge for you little artsy nerds such as myself.  Watch this song, by: Of Monsters and Men.  Write a one page long short story based on this song.  Pay close attention to the video, the lyrics, and what kind of feeling you get from the tune.  Looking up the meaning of the song is cheating, this has got to be your own story.
I'd love to read what you come up with, and I'll post your work on this blog with your permission!

Have fun.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FubvitXV_zM

And now, a short story challenge result from my dear friend Grandma Banana Jessy!  Thank you Jessy!  Plus the note she left me along with the story:

Here! Do what you'd like with it. Share it on your blog, post it on the Wall Street Journal, put in a blender and whisk away, you name it.

Hope that you have a good day. Love you!

Jessy

P.S. You said "Have fun." 

  

“Dad! Dad! Help! Help! The seaweed’s got Chuck!” But it was too late. The tide had carried both the seaweed and Chuck away, deep into the sea, far out of sight. “Sorry, honey, it’s no use now, Chuck is gone.”

       Lying on the carpet in the basement that afternoon the kid thought about Chuck. He thought of the fun they had just that day together, and remembered earlier times when they used to play Tag in the neighboring forests by their house. The kid remembered the books he had written about Chuck. He took the books off his nightstand and looked through them. They were stories about imaginary adventures they had together at Niagara Falls. In reality the kid had always wanted to go riding down the falls in a barrel with him but Chuck never got over his fear of splinters in time to go. It sounded like a nightmare to Chuck. Ever since hiding in a barrel where Chuck’s arm accidentally rubbed against the wood, causing a sliver of it to stick him, he would have nothing to do with barrels. That last time they were together Chuck had finally forgiven the kid for insisting that barrel was the best spot to hide in their game of Hide and Go Seek.

       The kid was sad thinking about him. “Emmanuel and Rachel miss him too,” he thought. The kid found his brother and sister and went to his parents for to be consoled. Arrangements were made for a memorial. The kid and Rachel gathered flowers for it.

       Walking home from the memorial service that evening even the streetlights seemed sad. And it didn’t help that the kid was afraid of the dark. The dark made everything look like something it wasn’t. Suddenly a “monster” greeted his eyes. He knew it wasn’t real but he was about to dash on before the others when he remembered something he used to sing with Chuck: “Even the darkness is light to Him, night is as bright as the day.” Just like that the strange object didn’t scare him anymore, God could see what it really was. The kid was enlightened himself and saw that it was his neighbor’s sweet little cat. He repeated the words of the Psalm out loud as he walked the rest of the way home with his siblings.

       An elderly man nearby heard him. He smiled at the kid as he walked by. This man reminded the kid of his grandfather who had been in heaven these last two years. The kid thought about heaven and what Grandpa might be doing. He felt better and had peaceful sleep that night, even though he still missed his stuffed monkey, Chuck.