Post by Eema Braazkumov on Aug 6, 2008 17:01:34 GMT
As she stirred, she could smell the familiar scent of wet earth. It had rained during the night. Huge droplets, that had she not been in her hole, she would have been scared of. But here she was safe. Her magic place, full of the strange and wonderful treasures she had found. A white fluffy feather from the chest of a large bird she had managed to escape from, a snail shell as big as the moon, a myriad of colours, shiny and hard as a rock. The wing from a mosquito, like a film of water stretched across a web of dark silk. She stroked the feather as she lay there, drinking in the smells and the sounds. Soon it would be time to eat. Gossamer licked her lips and sat up, stretching. Her wings spread out and fluttered, trembling as her muscles protested. Time to fly! She crawled out of her hole, careful to check that there were no predators around. Her wings trembled with anticipation. To fly was the greatest feeling Gossamer had ever experienced. Such freedom. Her wings once again trembled, getting ready to lift her tiny fairy body into the sky, higher and higher, so that she could once again feel the rush of wind against her face and in her hair. She crouched and as she launched herself she felt a hand grab her wrist.
'Come on Grace. Tablet time!' beamed the nurse, as she patted her hand. She upended the small paper cup into Grace's mouth, and then gave her some water. Grace didn't hear the nurse turn to her fellow colleague. 'I'd swear she loves the taste of those tablets, bless her heart, licking her lips like that. That's all you'll get out of the old girl though. Now let's get this lot done, then we can go and finish that card game'.
Gossamer tugged her wrist from her friends hand and giggled as she flew into the air weaving in and out of the sun dappled leaves. 'Last one to that juicy big blackberry is a birds' dinner!'
'Come on Grace. Tablet time!' beamed the nurse, as she patted her hand. She upended the small paper cup into Grace's mouth, and then gave her some water. Grace didn't hear the nurse turn to her fellow colleague. 'I'd swear she loves the taste of those tablets, bless her heart, licking her lips like that. That's all you'll get out of the old girl though. Now let's get this lot done, then we can go and finish that card game'.
Gossamer tugged her wrist from her friends hand and giggled as she flew into the air weaving in and out of the sun dappled leaves. 'Last one to that juicy big blackberry is a birds' dinner!'