The mage said it couldn’t be done, but she would show him. She would take lama and goat with her, with baby lama in the truck – it was too far for his little legs.
Emily didn’t care that she wasn’t suppose to, or that the ‘membrane was too tenuous’ – whatever that meant. All she needed was to believe, that’s what Nan said, so she was going; seeing mummy’s smile on the other side would be worth it.
She tucked herself up in her coat and pulled her hood up.
She collected the animals together, their bright eyes watching closely as she settled
baby lama in his blankie.
Emily strode to the gateway with confidence, refusing to be
daunted by the stone archway in the mountain mists.
They all believed mummy was gone, but Emily knew she’d be
waiting on the other side, as she stepped out onto the mythical bridge.
Oooh, I love this...I think I took a similar road for this! Beautiful pic, beautiful story!
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