A Tale of Comfort as A Child
I crouched over the curb, head hung, my hot tears disappearing into my pink shoelaces. Sobs rattled through my slight frame, and my heart ached and choked my throat with the unbridled pain of a child. I now barely remember the slight that boiled such feelings of betrayal in me, but in that moment my hands clenched so hard that my thin nails tore small pink moons into my palms.
Two emerald eyes peeped through my hanging, careless braids, and I blinked my tear-blinded eyes to behold a small creature slowly blinking at me. She bore her gaze deeply into me, curious but knowing, and my breath stopped. She regarded me for several moments, while I hung entranced, then she cocked her tiny head and rubbed her “M”-engraved forehead on my knee.
I melted, my tears straming anew, and sank my fingers in her fur, strangely cool despite the furious sun. I poured my pain into her, and she bore it willingly, her eyes closed. She dropped to the ground and stretched while I buried my face in her tender stomach. She vibrated quietly - a hymn to my tiny grief.
The last sob escaped me, and my burden lifted. She sprang to her feet, and regarded me with heavy-lidded eyes, my pain now a part of her. She turned and delicately glided into the grass, a flick of her tail the only betrayal to her regal countenance. (Her ancient soul bore my grief more gracefully than I.) Pausing by the bushes, she afforded me one sidelong glance. I blinked. And like a shadow, she was gone.
This is my entry to the Fairy Ring Writing Contest at Yearning for Wonderland.
