Prompt: “Draw (at least) three random cards. Use them to tell us a real or fictional story about the one that got away.”
Joyous energy fills the air
as with panted breaths
I race here and there
bounding over root and branch
as I chase wee winged ones
without a chance
They dip in and out
of liminal shadows
teasing me with places I cannot follow
and when I’m worn and had enough
I’ll collapse on my back
in a mossy tuft
only to find they’ll then come to me
and titter their stories
as they sit on my knee
*Grins* I love reading your stories
I love you
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