The Stories of Lost Souls

The Goose

It was a fun day. I was playing in a field with one of my friends, we were laughing and playing. Being young and naive, as most children are. Until I saw him, as I laid my eyes upon him my heart melted. His features were stunning, short hair, a long neck that was perfect for his body, large brown eyes that invited you in, a dark complexion, he was perfect. My friend was questioning my sudden stillness. And I snapped out of it and played it off. Though I couldn't get him out of my mind, my friend was on the other side of the field getting snacks, and I saw him. I couldn't resist any longer, I had to be with him. I tentatively walked toward him, god he was handsome, his intelligent eyes bore into your soul seeing every detail in a gentle light. I was shaking I approached him and couldn't hold my excitement. I didn't know what to do so I nervously pet is head, it was so soft. But he snapped and yelled out in a biting way. His voice pierced my mind, it was surprisingly raspy in a sexy way. I couldn't help but yell back "Mr. Goosè!" My nervousness must have been apparent because he smirked at me. "Well, I apologize for my little outburst." He fished through his pockets and pulled out a card "If you want to hang out sometime call this number." He then walked away before I could say anything. I looked at the card

You may think it's wrong but it is love. If you don't like it then that only makes us happier. If the taboo is me being in love with a goose, then so be it. I love him and he loves me.

-Six Year Old Anna Fields' Story