The brook babbled in hushed tones, the light was harsh and searing. A woman, no more than a few inches tall with wings that glittered like broken glass, knelt at the water. Reverently she placed a tiny bundle wrapped in silk, on an acorn cap.
'They would want to meet like this,' she told herself as she had done before.
Tears trickled down her face as she set the cap floating. Down the brook, it bobbed. Alone, she stood at the edge and watched it go. Around the bend, the acorn top vanished. For the first time in days, she tried to smile. They would see each other again, she thought, when it was her turn to float around the babbling bend.
She couldn't quite smile, but her tears did slow.
'They would want to meet like this,' she told herself as she had done before.
Tears trickled down her face as she set the cap floating. Down the brook, it bobbed. Alone, she stood at the edge and watched it go. Around the bend, the acorn top vanished. For the first time in days, she tried to smile. They would see each other again, she thought, when it was her turn to float around the babbling bend.
She couldn't quite smile, but her tears did slow.