Disclaimer – do not own any characters all belong to Cornelia Funke and so on
Disclaimer – do not own any characters all belong to Cornelia Funke and so on
Little Fingers
"Daddy! Don't Go! Please!" Little Brianna came running out of the ragged tent and wrapped her short arms around her father's long legs.
"I'm not leaving just yet Brianna," her father soothed. Dustfinger bent down and un-wrapped Brianna's arms from 'round his legs and lifted her into his warm embrace.
Brianna's pleas always sent guilty shivers down his spine as he prepared to leave to visit the forest whenever it called to him, begging for a visit.
He carried his daughter over to a fallen tree and sat her down on its stump. Then squatting down in front of her he took her hands in his. Such little fingers. He looked into her eyes which were shining with fresh tears. "I love you Brianna. And I Promise that I'll always come back to you, you and your mother. I Love you ….both of you." And he kissed each little finger on both of her hands and then once on her forehead. But in his heart Dustfinger knew that he wouldn't be coming home.
"I love you," he whispered to his daughter one more time. Then he stood and walked away, disappearing into the night before his little daughters eyes.