This is a new one that came quickly. However, with the head cold that I was fighting, the meds had me drifting off to sleep to soon. I hope to dream this one some more. Reads like a good one.
VALOR MANOR
I wanted to keep this day in my memory. I didn't want to forget. But, I'm afraid I will. I concentrate hard on the sky. The clouds of fluffy puffs in all colors of blue and grey. The kind of clouds that if I could lay on the green grass and watch them slowly float by, I could make shapes out of them. I am going to remember, I tell myself over and over.
"Now, Pet. Please do not be sad. I will always be here waiting for you," Nanny said with her Irish lilt.
This I know would be true because Nanny is a ghost. She was my great, great grandmothers nanny back in the day and just decided to stick around when she was shot in the war. The Civil War that is. She has been looking out for me all my life. Mostly correcting my bad manners.
"I know, Nanny. I just don't understand why I have to go."
I can't help the whinny tone. I'm just ten after all.
"Chin up, Miss Patricia. You shall soon return to your proper place here at Valor Manor." Intoned Mr. Davies, the Ghost butler that as been here almost as long as Nanny.
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