All in ponder
"You have to make a wish before you blow." Buttercup bent down to pick another dandelion, being careful not to disturb the ball of fluff. She handed it to Ponder who brought it close to his face.
Ponder woke up to the soft noises of Mama packing up her healing pouch. "Where are you going, Mama?" Next to Ponder, Winter sat up, too.
Ponder huddled closer to his big brother, Winter, under their covers. It was cold this morning, colder than usual. He could hear Mama and Papa talking in early morning whispers about how it was likely today would welcome the first snow and how the first snow always reminded them of the day Winter was born.
"I don't want to go to sleep tonight," Ponder admitted finally as Mama sat down next to him to tucked him in. He had been dreading his bedtime all day. As night got closer he got more and more worried about it. Now that it was here he could not hide his fear any longer.
This is a prologue to my new book, a series of short stories centered on a young boy named Ponder.
