Writers Post – Week #62 - Past Lives
Hosted by Joyce Lansky
His mother looked harried. “You are the last of my children to leave. As much as I love you, it’s time. You need to strike out on your own, garner your own territory. You know what may happen if you stay.”
Hanging his head, the youngster pushed the tears off his face. “Yes, Mama. I've just been waiting for the right one. You know I couldn't just willy-nilly soar off into the unknown. I know in my heart of hearts where I belong. With humans. I know I was a human in my past life. I am so drawn to them. You know there is a kinship. Their soft smooth skin and warm abodes. I am so drawn to them.”
Shaking her head, she hugged him closely. “The only hitcher not to use the parachute to leave, in our family. I will miss you.”
Picking his way to the furthest reaches of his mother’s realm. He stood on the branch with the outermost leaves. Waiting. He let a few humans file past, they were not the one he had been watching.
Finally, the human with the easy laughter was walking near. Out to the end of the branch, carefully onto the furthest most leaf. From there, a timely leap! He raised his arm for signaling. Success, he had landed on the shoulder of his chosen human! Life would be wonderful!
She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. “EEK! A SPIDER! KILL IT!”