Wisps of Gold
Emily stood beside the piled leaves, peering around the garden for any that might have escaped her notice. It had taken far longer than she’d expected to scrape the mound together, each breeze threatening to undo her work, but she’d been determined to gather every golden scrap she could find.
“Well?” she called. “How’s that?”
A pale face peered from the darkness of the barn. An arm stretched out, finger pointing. “You missed some.”
Mummy would have been cross if she’d heard Emily’s words as she turned and saw the scatter of leaves newly tossed over the grass. “Damn wind – leave my leaves alone!” she shouted at the sky. As if in defiance, a fresh gust sent Emily running again.
She returned the final armful to the pile, and, grinning excitedly, ran back to her new friend. “Come on. Quick!”
With a whoop the pair dashed over the lawn, leaping into the crunchy heap in a shower of laughter, setting golden wisps to flight. Bathed in sunlight, Emily’s companion smiled.
And faded from sight.
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