Tisa was overcome by curiosity and forgetting the fear of punishment, she nudged her feet forward towards the bush that was now her target. She heard the now familiar rustle and walked just a little faster. When she reached there, she was all but surprised!
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“Hey! Don’t play over there! You know better Jeff!”
“But Mum! I have to follow my pet rabbit!”
Tisa smiled at her only child and locked eyes with him. He was a replica of his father, who now sat upright to watch their exchange. She moved her eyes over to him…the man who had her heart, and smiled at him as she remembered how they first met. They still chuckled at the thought because if it wasn’t for their disobedience, they wouldn’t have been out wandering on the fateful day. Jeff snr. recalled trying to scare Tisa but it only served to raise her curiosity.
“Mum! Can I get more pellets?”
“Sure son…just don’t overfeed the poor rabbit.”
As the exchange continued, Jeff snr. asked Tisa whether she solved the mystery of the gentle scratches on her ceiling in her childhood home.
Tisa had all but forgotten the mysterious scratches. She shrugged and followed her only child in the hunt for pellets.
………………..THE END………………
We all have different stories to tell. They are just as unique as we are. It doesn’t matter WHEN you start telling your story, it matters that you START.
What’s your story?