As I was walking through the twilight with Moma I couldn't let her go. "Little one." She said. "Play with the fireflies and continue your life as a child." Long I stood, wondering.
She lay on the earth and hold onto the grass. Saying, "If you do not hold on you can fly off into the land behind the stars." I did so too. I held firmly onto the grass not wanting to let go.
"Go child." She paused. "Play. I will hold onto the grass for you. And you will live." I smiled. O, how smart she was, her and her poetic tongue. I adore her I really do. She is an amazing woman.
Doing her command I left to play while she lay. Her short beautiful hair spread along the earth while the fireflies awoke. Smiling and jumping around to catch a firefly.
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As Moma and I were walking down the woods I heard a scowl, then a grunt. Looking around to see what is doing so, the last thing I heard was a snap.
I turned around seeing Moma screaming like Satan had in contact with her. It seemed like she let go of the grass because after the spine-chilling cry, Moma was dead. A wolf... It then stalked towards me, I grabbed the best thing nearest to me and it was a sharp stick and a stone. I threw the stone at the wolf making it unconcious and as it fell I stabbed him. Whines and cries triggering my sensitive emotion. I cried.
After that I ran home. Crying furiously and viciously on the floor. Praying. Praying that this was to be a dream and Moma would be alive once I woke up.
Little did I know of my fate I was to face.
