Tales From Creative Writing

Writing Prompt 22

3/24/2023

If I'm lucky, the magic will follow me home. I look behind me, and-- yeah, it's still there. A little ball of light only I can see. It seems...hurt. Damaged, somehow. And I guess I'm the only one who can help it?

I wait for it to catch uo and continue walking down the sidewalk, throwing glances over my shoulder to make sure it's keeping up. It's a tenacious little thing, almost like a bird learning to fly, and endearing in the same sense.

"Almost there, little friend," I mutter to it. For a moment, its faint glow brightens like a heartbeat. I fish the keys from my pocket and enter the empty house-- Mom and Dad at work; siblings at school. I flick on a light.

~☆~

Prompt in the first sentence

Cute little one!! Might come back to it, might not.

Byeeee 😀