- “A Little Short Tale” story by BM © 2008 | “Bedtime.”

I had this tiny seed with me,
since I was seven years old.
Not 7, but seven with letters.
I used to feed her every morning
and every afternoon. Soon she
became my best friend. We used
to do everything together. We
found a dog, we drank from the
sink, we counted clouds and
fought with the seven seas.

My seed was growingfaster than
me. I was eleven, she went to
collage. She moved away so fast
that I could’nt even get her
number.

I heard about her when I was
seventeen, she got married and
had two blue children. She wrote
a letter to me, the letter
arrived when I was twenty, she
wrote she was very happy. I saw
a picture of her at the bottom
of the paper, she was old but
beautiful still. She was a very
successful song writer, very
wealthy and fit.

I wrote back; I wrote that I
missed her a lot. Then the
letters stoped.

This year I’m twentysix, and
last day I had a package from
the Local Gardener’s Association.
They sent me a tulip between a
dark heavy book. The pages
she was between were seven
and seventy. The paper looked
silent. The writings were
all deep and magenta.