Her little index finger went from point to point, moving along the surface as she went. Eyes wide, laying still, her tongue slightly pushed out as she worked at the image.
“A butterfly!” Amy said, retracing the pattern she saw.
“Um huh,” her mother murmured, smiling as she stroked her daughter’s hair.
Amy continued to explore, finding another pattern, and then another. Shifting positions only when asked to, Amy found images as she went along.
“A star!”
“Pony!”
“Fish.”
“A dragon!”
“Dragon?” her mother asked?
“Yup. Dragon. Big, scary dragon. Roooooaaaaarrrrrrrr!”
Katie laughed as she hugged her Amy. She got a hug back.
Amy went on tracing what she saw in the dots, naming them at will, giggling at the made up things. The late afternoon sun streamed through the bedroom window, lighting and warming up the bed they were laying on. Amy drifted off to nap time, finger still on one lone spot.
Katie held her daughter, feeling Amy’s breathing change. She was nappish herself, closing her eyes as they nestled together.
Just before she, too, drifted away, Katie smiled, thinking: “Why did I ever hate my freckles?“
I loved this…great surprise at the end!
Thank you Donna. Glad you enjoyed it.
Lighthearted whimsy, a short, happy break form your more usual topics and style. I smiled at the ending.
I have all different sides, Jill. Just the darker stuff comes to the top more often than not. Glad you enjoyed this one.
That story made me smile.
Good…that’s why I wrote it.
Awww… that’s so Sweet! Um, I mean, um… Well written and manly there Stu.
Ugh,:::scratches self::::: sweet happens, Allan.
sweet and subtle!
-Portia
Thank you, Miranda. Glad you liked it.
Stuart, love the magic & your imagination in this post!
Thank you Paula
Very adorable. Now I know how to convince myself when I see sun burn spots!
So, cute. Your are very creative.
Thank you. Glad you liked it. I do so much terror/thriller stuff, needed something light.