In his panic, John tripped, watching helplessly as the tiny girl stood mumbling to the hale old grizzly before her.
Dumbstruck, he registered the sound of his “cognitively impaired” daughter’s voice. The doctors had said Wendy might never speak, but here she was, murmuring… drawing the bear forward.
Indeed, the beast’s massive head was drooping; it seemed almost incapacitated…
Image credit: Sarolta Ban
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #254;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘mumble’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘trip’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘incapacitated’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘haled’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘draw’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #306: ‘cognitive’
40 thoughts on “Drawing the bear forward”
Such a lovely story for this prompt, David.
🧡🙏🏻 Sara 🙏🏻🧡
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Oh wow, I am so touched by this one. Thank you for writing and sharing it 🙏
💞🙏🏻 Alana 🙏🏻💞 ~ thank you!
I’m not sure whether to feel worried for her or pleased. I think I’ll opt for the latter!
💞🙏🏻 Keith 🙏🏻💞 ~ me too!
A beautiful and fear inducing tale – at least as a parent this would push me into hysterics!
💚🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💚 ~ thanks
Poor bear. Really though, it probably felt a duty to protect this child.
Animals can sense when those creatures are out of their bounds.
💖🙏🏻 Jim 🙏🏻💖 ~ yup