"I think it's in the pond."
We stared together into the black murk and I half heartedly stirred its depths with a bean cane.
"It would float would it not?" I asked, not needing an answer.
"I think it might have hit a rose."
We both looked at the bush. Bare of blooms. Petals littered around it like a dropped skirt. Her eyes stared deeply into mine then. And I knew there was no ball. Not this time. Searching was pointless. Her hand. Small and sticky sought out mine. Her eyes, wide and trusting, rolled downwards and glazed with tears.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
There are tears in my eyes already!
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
oh God- SORRY! X