Maya (standard:fantasy, 1151 words)
Author: Shadows Laugh	Added: Jun 12 2006	Views/Reads: 2933/1868	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A little girl’s dream of seeing an elf comes true but in the most tragic way.

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felt him gently squeeze my hand. 

“Please do not cry Maya.” 

“MAYA..........MAYA........get yer scrawny ass o'er ere now.”  I
remember that is how Mr Warpole shouted.  He is grumpy.  I do not like 
him.  I did not want to leave Shealar, I wanted to stay with him all 
night.  I told him I would be back again tomorrow and I found out that 
he was not being sold for at least another two days.  I could not wait 
to tell Mummy and I ran all the way home as fast as I could.  Mummy had 
a man with her.  I told Mummy the next day but I think Mummy had been 
drinking again.  I could not wait to see my elf again and you know 
what?  I went to work early, yes I did.  My Warpole could be grumpy all 
he liked.  I did not care.  Shealar was gone. The cage was empty. He 
was not meant to go, he should still be here.  I went running to Mr 
Warpole and I was trying so hard not to cry. 

“Tha elf is dead.  Died a few ‘ours ago.  Now get back t'work or I will
give ye a sound thrashin'”  I was crying so much I could not see as I 
pushed my way past people, out the back door to where a cart stood, 
with a smelly blanket over the top.  I knew what was under that 
blanket, because flies buzzed round, they always did.  I wiped my eyes 
and nose with the back of my sleeve, Mummy used to give me a row for 
that and pulled back the blanket.  My elf, my pretty Shealar lay with 
the other dead, his beautiful eyes staring up at the sky.  I held his 
hand for the last time............... 


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