The old ways // Molly & Mab
Baby ran. No doubt the police were not far behind her but it was the only thing she could think to do. So she ran and ran, after not long the lights of town were far behind her and Baby’s feet were cushioned by the soft, pine needle covered floor of her beloved forest.
She had come here so often, when her imagination was reeling with ideas she would settle down against a trunk and scrawl it all in her journal. But more often than not it was a refuge. Baby threw herself onto the forest floor and dug her fingers into the earth. The tears choked in her throat.
All the dreams were gone now. Baby remembered all the vivid flights of imagination her mind had taken hear. Every page of Tolkien and Camelot turning beneath her fingers and filling her up with wonder.
Now it was all gone. No more knights and princesses, warriors and fairies. Baby gave a coarse laugh at her own naivety. Her tears wet the forest floor. “Mab…” She whispered into the earth. She had done so before many times when she was alone in the woods, but now it was both a departure from her innocence and a desperate cry for help.