I Lied

I crouched beside the girl, her sea-blue eyes welling with tears. I could feel myself frowning as I asked her what was wrong. Two of the girls had been picking on her; last week it had been her and another girl picking on someone else. I was beginning to learn that a group of 5-7 year olds are faster moving between friends than us adults.
'Well, you know what Tamsyn, in life people are sometimes not very nice to each other but they don't mean it, okay? Just remember that.'
The girl clung to my words and nodded, her tears were drying and I gave her a smile. It's too bad that it was just a lie and that one day she'll discover there are some people out there who are just plain bloody evil. But for now, I was happy with letting this six year old believe in a fairy tale. Innocence is a precious jewel.

Butterflies in the Wind

Love is the butterfly in the wind: unimaginable beauty caught in the winds of destiny.