Lost Property

I slipped along the slope of her legs and landed with a bump on the fresh snow. Watching them walk away from me I wondered if things would have been different if I had been more entertaining.

The snow was falling heavily; thick fluffy flakes swirling around me. My feet became stuck and all too soon I was buried up to my eyes. Great shadows passed over me-rumbling clouds rolling in and out of view.

Distracted by my goodbyes I was surprised by a boot clad foot, which propelled me forward. Now free of my snow cave I felt exposed. The giant peered down at me and smiled. Their gloved hand tickled my tummy as it held me up to the sky.

I was placed in a shoulder hammock-luckily my head caught on the rim and I was able to look out. However, this meant that I was unable to identify the objects of discomfort prodding my tail.

The giant squeezed onto one of the noisy metal monsters that walk the plains. With my nose lodged deep under an armpit I began to feel warm and sleepy. I fought the urge to close my eyes-it was my experience that sleep often preceded a fall.

Needles of light pierced my eyes. The unfamiliar room reminded me that I was far from my home. The giant looked me over, ‘you have been well loved my friend’ they observed. An explosion of light resulted in tiny suns winking at me.

I did not know this at the time, but I had become famous- the giant had replicated me and attached the second me to a little blue bird. The giant’s friend whistled and vibrated, heralding the bird’s return.

The dark visited and brought with it silence. I stood and stared at the giant’s friend; now quiet, it had grown a tail. The dark seemed long and I was relieved when black turned to grey.

Back in the shoulder hammock and out into the blinding white shimmer. A different metal monster today; a smaller skinnier thing with its gaping mouth lifted towards the sky. I was grateful that the mouth was toothless as it was to become my throne.

Initially as we raced along the grey lines I kept my eyes closed tight, but curiosity got the better of me and I peeked briefly before opening my eyes wide to this new world. I checked my back for wings as I was sure that I was flying.

All too soon I recognised the field with the coloured creatures grazing on the snow. Even those that often moved were still today. Sitting on one of the wooden quadrupeds was my giant and beside her My Warm.

The giants spoke and then I was handed to the giant whose smell I recognised. She sprinkled gentle sounds upon My Warm who then squeezed me so tightly I thought that my tail would burst. I now had words for that feeling-well loved.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.
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