PART ONE (The Beginning)
"I have a dragon,
I also had it yesterday,
I wish, I wish, all their doubts would go away..."
Those words...
They begin my tale. One that for all the world, I would rather not tell.
It was at Loctar...
That was where it began. That burning out of town warehouse, where Sheila was found.
I found her, oh yes it was me.
A sad but pretty sight, she had crawled out on her knees.
My heart had melted,
For this child in need. And she had spoken in a soft voice, just like in the books which I read...
Only her words were...
"I have a dragon,
I also had it yesterday,
I wish, I wish, all their doubts would go away..."
Again, so did my tale begin,
Only now I must tell it in prose. For it does seem necessary for me to win.
PART TWO (The Story)
She had a tiny bracelet on her wrist when I found her. The bracelet told me her name was Sheila. She didn't speak, she just crawled out of the rubbles like a forgotten jewel.
It seemed impossible that she had survived, that anyone had survived. It was a miracle, if there ever was one. And the whole crew had stared unbelieving at me when I had emerged with Sheila in my arms.
We had needed to stop work then, at least for a little while. We didn't know how long Sheila had been in that burnt warehouse, and it was way out of town. So we all got into the truck, Sheila and I at the front and the rest of the crew in back, and we had headed back into the town to find the nearest child services officers.
At the time I had paid no mind to the only words the little girl had uttered up till then. One which she had also repeated multiple times on our way into town. And soon after we had dropped her off, I had probably thought I would never remember them.
Only now I can't forget those words, or little Sheila either...
For she has just crawled out again, from the now burning child services building. And in that soft tender voice of hers which I now know would forever haunt my dreams, she keeps saying...
"I have a dragon,
I also had it yesterday,
I wish, I wish, all your doubts would go away..."
THE END
Written for @mctiller's Twenty Four Hour Short Story Contest
Sheila's words are inspired by the poem Antigonish/I met a man who wasn't there by Hughes Mearns
It is probably past the deadline and this entry probably isn't even a short story, but hey, why not?
