She felt a whisper of cloth on her skin and someone’s lips touching her cheek. Sounds began to slowly slip into her ears. She heard someone close by whispering. The voice was familiar, rough but filled her with love. As the voice became clearer, a sweet goodbye was being constructed and making their way into her brain. She wanted to reject this idea. But before she could wake herself to a conscious state, the man pushed a soft object into her hand and was walking out the door. It seemed to take too long for her weary eyelids to open. Too hard to swing her legs down to the floor.
Why was her body betraying her?
She didn’t realise that she was still clutching the object in her hand. She was on the stairs and moving as if in quick sand. Her heart nearly stopped at the noise of the car parked outside coming to life. Time moved too slowly for her, however seemed to move too quickly for the man. Urgency filled her veins, as she made a dash out the front door and to the drive way.
But she was too late..
The car had began chasing the moon down the silent street. The girl ran after the car, tears slowly making tracks down her face. As she realised she couldn’t catch the moon or the car. She looked at what was in her hand. A beautiful yellow feather. The same feather that had once been attached to the mans most prized possession; a beautiful yellow canary whose singing could quieten any audience, especially the girl who now stood alone in the street. Looking after the car, the road gave nothing away but the glow of the moon. She made one last attempt, to call back the man. With a strangled cry from her throat; that seemed much too loud for the silence of the night.
“Please don’t go!”
“Please, Daddy, come back.”
Flickering Dedications. 