thefirstfleet

THE FORGOTTEN OR A TALE OF DUTY AND CHOICE     The little girl moved silently across the maze of crates, her small feet barely making any noise. She was silent as a mouse, although she knew not what a mouse was. All she knew was that she needed to be very, very quiet. She was being pursued, she could feel the steps coming from awfully close, getting nearer and nearer by the second. Long steps. Adult steps. The little girl hid behind a tall crate, her back against it, she could feel the ribbed plastic over the fabric of her yellow dress. The steps were awfully close now. “Found you!” The little girl let out a squeal, not a cry of distress, but a joyful one. Her Mama peeked over the crate (she was so tall, the little girl had to stand on tiptoes to peek over it), holding out her hands in a playful I’ll-catch-you gesture. She was even wiggling her fingers at her daughter, adding a cartoonish laughter of nye-he-he for good measure. Miluvia Izlengil squealed, louder this time, when Aila