The Real Francis

She pushed back tears, she was missing the real Francis more than ever at this moment. Of course it was his baby - for she had not ‘been’ with him (his father) after his falling off that cliff - oh, why did he have to die?

She did not realize that his spirit stood by her as she thought this. She could not feel his hand upon her shoulder.

****

A solitary baby unicorn stumbled across the lawn - it had just been born, and was feeding from the dew on the grass.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances