Why won’t they let us go

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Photo copyrighted: C E Ayr

Why why have they done this to us, mother. I cannot move my feet, or feel my body. I feel like I am drifting in space. A strange alien space, full of dark moving shadows, which seem to be watching me, even wanting to touch me. Mother where are we, I can’t feel the presences of the rest of our family and I can’t smell the ground.

She who was in charge of us, said when we die, we drift on the wind until we reach the elephants spiritual home. This place can’t be it, for it is so sterile and so cold. Please spiritual mother take me and my mother to our home world. I know the hunters bullets struck us, as I felt the pain, and heard my mother cry. Now I want to drift with my mother in the clouds till we reach our ancestral home land. Pleased let us go.

Mike attempting to  write.

Mike attempting to write.

This Post Has 6 Comments

  1. Iain Kelly

    I hate to think their spirits are stuck there with there 100 year old bodies…

    1. Michael Humphris

      Me to, me to, Iain

  2. The Haunted Wordsmith

    That was sad 🙁

    1. Michael Humphris

      Sorry about that, but I do find stuffed animals sad. I was pleased to read your feedback, as it means the story worked as it should have.

  3. Susan

    Definitely a gloomy tale.

    1. Michael Humphris

      True Susan, seeing any display of a stuffed animal always makes me feel gloomy.

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