Little Things [Narrative]
It's the little things.
He found her by the side of the road while he was walking at lunch. Her tiny body was trembling where it lay, in the snow.
He had stopped and taken off his hat, gently lifting her and putting her inside, holding the bundle to his chest to try to keep her warm.
He made it back to Harry's place with her, walking against the wind and rain. Took her inside and scrounged up a dropper to carefully give her some warmed milk.
When her wings started to flutter again, he took her back outside, onto the overly grand terrace and sat in there until she shook herself all over and took off again into the air.
Sometimes, it's the littlest things that stop you losing sight.
He found her by the side of the road while he was walking at lunch. Her tiny body was trembling where it lay, in the snow.
He had stopped and taken off his hat, gently lifting her and putting her inside, holding the bundle to his chest to try to keep her warm.
He made it back to Harry's place with her, walking against the wind and rain. Took her inside and scrounged up a dropper to carefully give her some warmed milk.
When her wings started to flutter again, he took her back outside, onto the overly grand terrace and sat in there until she shook herself all over and took off again into the air.
Sometimes, it's the littlest things that stop you losing sight.