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The wish of the Little Lord


She scoops him up in her slender arms, the sleepy little bunch; still snuggling and cozying himself up. His unwilling eyes open a moment later and shut again. She gathers that he is not willing to shake off his dreams yet. So, together they stay locked in the moment for a little while. He bundling up in her arms and her fingers running through little golden, little brown locks. Wake up dear, her voice fond, gentle, loving and all such things. No, he shakes his head. Want to sleep some more? No, another shake of the head. And it is a No for all the bribes that follow. And every no is more determined than the last one. She gives up. They are back to square one. Her fingers in his hair, and his eyes shut. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep she manages in the nearly Preeti Sagar tune. Eyes still shut, but his face has eased up. Has lost her sheep eyes open, faint hint of smile. And doesn’t know where to find them. No his eyes wistful. And in those sad eyes, she reads his wish, the one that she was about to crush with her voice. She frees her right hand, stretches a little, and presses a button. The sound of fan makes him a little hopeful but his heart is still guarded. A black screen comes to life. She weaves her way through some folders, selects a few files and clicks play selected. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep. The wide awake eyes are now glued on the screen, lips curved in an innocent smile and all is well again. She returns to her chores. The playlist ends and he manages something like an enquiring gone or maybe it was actually finish in his not yet 2 year old language. She hastily repeats the playlist for him lest his eager fingers start playing on the keyboard. Two repeats later, the little lord rises and walks out.

Linking up with Trifecta : Week Fifty-Four - Crush
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  1. DraugDecember 4, 2012 at 12:37 PM

    I like the tenderness in this piece. It's very touching.

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  2. LanceDecember 4, 2012 at 6:25 PM

    It's tender but also very deep in feeling and character. I love how you used the word, Ruby.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 4, 2012 at 6:32 PM

      Thank you Lance. I really appreciate your kind words on the post.

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  3. kymmDecember 5, 2012 at 6:02 AM

    Great use of 'crush'; also, I love the image of a "sleepy little bunch".

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 5, 2012 at 6:38 AM

      Thank you Kymm. Your visit and your words are so heartening.

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  4. CarverDecember 5, 2012 at 2:54 PM

    Well written.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 5, 2012 at 6:20 PM

      Thank you Carver. It is always a pleasure to hear from you.

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  5. AnonymousDecember 5, 2012 at 4:43 PM

    You've captured a lovely moment here; comforting just to read.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 5, 2012 at 6:21 PM

      Thank you Annabelle for leaving me with such beautiful thoughts on the post.

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  6. AnonymousDecember 6, 2012 at 12:00 AM

    You've captured a beautiful scene from childhood. There's something comfortable about snuggling up to someone and reading...can't fight sleep that way!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 6, 2012 at 7:48 AM

      Thank you Janna. I am glad that you can relate to this one.

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  7. Silversound7December 6, 2012 at 10:20 PM

    So much love and regret in a few moments, lovely!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 7, 2012 at 3:42 AM

      Thank you Silversound7. I am so pleased to hear from you.

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  8. AnonymousDecember 7, 2012 at 3:25 AM

    Now I realize what I had been missing about Trifecta! The soft and tender writing style of Ruby Machanda. :-D

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