For as long as he can remember, he has felt loneliness and a strong sense of urgency. When is she coming? The girl with the downcast smile. In desperation, he reaches out but all he can feel is either emptiness in the gentle wind or the moistness of the soil.
He still recalls the soft hands and soothing voice.
“I will come back for you,” she had cried out on that fateful day, “I promise.”
He had tried to reply but his transformation had already begun with the twirl of her wand.
“This will keep you safe till I fight them off.”
That was many years ago – too many to count. Now he can only wait. She will come; he hopes.
(122 words)
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Prompt: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge #149
Alice muses 
Aww, a sweet fairy tale like story! Great story!
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