Sunday, March 20, 2011

HEA: Six Last Lines to Father's Embrace

She’d come to accept my humans. To my delight she lured her pack, all ten of them, to bow to Father, with me behind him, despite our disease.

The changing grew even harder on Father as he aged, but in this moment he swaggered on four legs, a proud grandfather nuzzling my mewing offspring. In a few hours, little Gerranne and five cubs would be embraced in his arms, and my heart swelled with happiness.

I glanced to the sinking sun. Yellow as Gerra’s lovely eyes used to be, the rising moon always claimed dominance, glimmering with the memory of those we’d lost and illuminating those we found with affection.


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17 comments:

Cate Masters said...

As always, wonderfully descriptive, Arlene, and poignant.

Patricia Preston said...

Beautifully written!

Rebecca Royce said...

Beautiful!

Marsha A. Moore said...

A heart-tugging account of appreciating what remains after struggle. Great emotional delivery in those few sentences!

Chrystalla Thoma said...

This is lovely, Arlene, the voice of this story is enthralling. Thank you!

Christa Paige said...

The cadence of your prose is captivating.

Dee Carney said...

Very simple and sweet.

Jessica Subject said...

An emotional ending. Nice work.

Krista D. Ball said...

Awww

Pippa Jay said...

Very poignant.

Sandra Sookoo said...

wonderful and a great end!

Marie Dees said...

Great emotion in that post. I love it.

Liana Brooks said...

Beautiful and evocative.

Merc said...

Aww. :)

Lindsay said...

Beautiful

Emily Cale said...

Love the ending.

Lauri J Owen said...

Very well done.