Dandelion Wish

A good friend told me I should write a story...here it is.

"I want to be a bird," she thought, looking to the sky as a bird flew over, cawing. Really, Laurel just wanted to be anything but what she was.

The sun blinded her eyes as she watched the birds dance once more. Her fluffed dress lay in circle on the grass, enclosing her. Her golden braids layed on her stomach, catching the light. Laurel's mind had always been her safe haven; her home away from home. No screaming or hitting. No false accusations of what a horrid person she was becoming. In her private world, she was free. Free to dance, to laugh, to love. Anything she could possibly think of. Her mind held him as well.

She plucked the grass beside her, letting the blades slip through her fingers. The wind carried them away. The flowers bent their heads in the breeze, the fuzz being carried away to fulfill a wish.

Laurel removed the ribbons from her hair, letting her braids fall, and wiggled out of her shoes. She lay back into the grass, letting it tickle her skin. The dandelions made a crown for her beautiful hair. Thoughts of him danced in her troubled mind. She thought of his hazeled eyes, his chocolate hair. His smile, his sweet scent, his voice. She let him fill up her senses. She closed her eyes, letting the sunlight illuminate her violet lids. She ran her hands through the grass, feeling the warmth the sun had left there. Reminding her of his warmth. The cawing of the birds returned her to earth. She opened her eyes to find them dancing freely above her head. Sitting up, she could see the sun setting and her tiny house in the clearing ahead. She was ashamed to call this place her home. Kids running wild, adults leaning out the screen door, screaming. "Laurel! Get your head out of your a*s and watch these kids!"

Laurel gathered her shoes and ribbons, tying her hair back into braids. "Now Laurel! They're driving me crazy!"

Laurel hurried to put her shoes on, standing. She smoothed her dress, then let it fall to its proper place. Her eyes caught on a perfect, white dandelion at her feet. She plucked it from the grass and gripped it tight. She closed her eyes once more and made her quiet wish. "I wish I was a bird." She puffed her cheeks, then let go of all the air the could hold. The seeds flew everywhere in the wind, but almost half of them remained atop the stem. She let the flower slip through her limp fingers. She began to cry as she walked back to her house that was not a home.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think, but be gentle. It's my first story.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well with your first story. You create a real life feel of the people in the story. I like the girl. Her hope and dreams so far away. Her wish is what many of us desire. To fly to freedom. The story was outstanding. You are a talented writer.
Coyote