An artfully crafted story from H.R.R. Gorman at Let Me Tell You The Story Of... I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Glass separated Vanna from the grown-ups as it always had, as it always would. She placed the flower in a box which sealed shut at the press of a button, then waited while the grown-ups investigated it through their gloves.
“Exquisite,” Dr. Baglioni said. His eyes, soft and rich brown, looked to Vanna with curious need. “Where did you find this?”
“Beatrice gave it to me – and she wonders when you’ll believe that she’s real.”
A scowl. “Beatrice is our moon, where we live. It can’t give you flowers. Are you lonely, Vanna?”
“No, but… I got you this flower. Twelve kilometers that way.” Vanna pointed south of town.
“That’s mighty far. Are you sure it’s safe?”
Vanna nodded vigorously. “It’s an easy walk. I can wear a tracker if you need me to.”
Dr. Baglioni lifted the flower and examined is pristine, blue petals. “We’ll prepare for the journey this time – as we would have last time, had you told us your plans.” He gently replaced the flower on the bottom of the air-tight box and pulled his hands out of the gloves. “I don’t want you to get hurt out there with none of us knowing where you are.”
Vanna saluted him. “I won’t let you down!” She smiled and leaned up against the glass. “Can I have my supper now?”…
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