Polly threw the flowers over the the cliff, she knew she had to scatter them and scatter them good…She couldn’t believe he had gone. All the good times, all the fun. Gone.
They were magical times, fantastic times and once Polly had finished throwing the flowers in the silvery, calm ocean she sat.
She sat and she cried.
He had lived by the sea, now Polly would live by the sea to be as close as she could to him.
Polly said through the tears “I love you Puff…”
The magic dragon hopefully heard her.
This post was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction using this photo…
…and of course the fabulous Polly Scattergood (and Puff)!