The Lost Child
I decided to write my first fiction. Please do not judge, over the course of the week I’ll write more to the story. I hope y’all like it. It’s also a rewrite of Peter Pan, and most of my problems are growing older. I love the Peter Pan movies and stories. I don’t obsess over Peter Pan, just love the stories. Please do not judge. Emma Out.
Long, long ago, there was a little baby in a little stroller, rolling down the street. It was the cool, fresh, autumn breeze of London that was chapping the rosy cheeks of the baby. The baby boy, otherwise known as Peter, was laughing happily as played with his toys. His mother was pushing the stroller, laughing happily with the child. The mother was dressed beautifully in her gown, her auburn hair curling softly, her cherry-red lips agape and laughing. Her cheeks were pink from the wind, and her eyes a beautiful green. She even had a few childish looks about her, from the cheery looks in her eyes to the faint freckles dotting her nose like paint. Her son resembled her closely, with a slightly darker tone of hair, but still auburn. His eyes were a bright green, and his little wisps of hair curled at the ends. His freckles were easier to see, of course, sense he’s just a baby. His mother would say he’s the pure form of youth itself.
The baby quite enjoyed jingling things, quite like the little glowing thing that visited him at night. The little thing always flew around the room, spreading the pretty golden flakes around the room, and Peter loved to feel them on his nose and face and arms. She’d twinkle around, and look at things, and even fixed a broken toy or two. Today, on the little street, Peter saw the little golden thing in broad daylight. The little baby giggled and reached for the little thing, but it zipped out of his reach. The baby furrowed it’s little brow in confusion. “What is it, little Peter?” Said his mother. The baby gurgled, and reached once more, leaning for the glowing thing. The jingling thing jingled furiously, as if it said: “No! No, little Peter Pan, NO!!” The little jingling thing didn’t want little Peter to get hurt, so she zipped away just at the slightest. Of course the baby would want to touch her! What was she thinking, coming out for him in broad daylight?! The baby let out a cry, and reached for the jingling thing, pure worry on his face. He reached so far that his weight tipped the stroller just the littlest bit, but the mother’s grip on the stroller was lost, and they were going downhill.
“PETER!” Yelled the Mother, running as fast as she could toward the zooming stroller. But little Peter only giggled and let the little jingling thing fly around him. The jingling thing was trying to stop the speeding stroller, but where the sidewalk took a turn, the stroller did not. It zipped into the woods, and the baby saw that the the scenery wasn’t as pleasant, he cried and grabbed the little jingling thing, holding it close. The jingling thing let out a soothing jingle, as if it were a lullaby. The baby quieted and fell into a sleep, and the once the stroller rolled to a stop, the jingling thing led the stroller to Never-Land, jingling quietly to herself, “First Star to the right and straight on till morning.
