Sam and Willa lay on their backs in the overgrown grass of his yard, her describing the shape of the clouds for him to paint as a picture in his head.
“Ooh,” she says, taking his hand and raising it in the direction of a cloud. “That one looks as when a bird soars freely across the sea, wind splashing against its wings,” she tells him.
Sam traces the image across her palm. “Like this?” he asks with a smile whispering on his lips.
“Yeah,” she giggles. “With eyes closed/ as yours,/ but the world at the tips of its wings,/ it soars into the waves/ with strength like the sun.”
“Dancing with dandelion fluff,/ it soars,/ rising like a wish/ into the sky,” breathes Sam.
“As kindness,/ it floats and it travels,/ eventually fading into the brilliance/ peeking from between the mountains,” Willa finishes.
The two let the words float, rising like the bird they’ve described.
“I wish I could see the world,” Sam whispers. “I wish I could count the stars and map their constellations, wish I could watch buds bloom into buttercups and daisies, wish I could see the sea with its birds and its clouds. I wish I could see you, and my brother, and my parents, and faces as they begin to laugh.”
Willa stares at him for a moment, feeling the speech hover. She picks a dandelion full of wisps and seeds, handing it to him. “Here,” she says.
As he blows upon it and the fluff rises up towards the clouds, she whispers, “You can.”
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Writing.
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