The lost sheep
“What do you think he will do when he finds two lost sheep instead of one?”
I don’t know, but I hope he can fix my unquiet mind. I might have gone too far in my last walk in the woods. I should have played the piano but I was terrified I would never come back.
I’m exhausted and cold; can I place my feet under your wool? I can’t get rid of those chills. I should have played that piano with him.
I have a headache.
I’m always on my guard now — looking for a face, pulling my hair in chignons just in case.
I think I’ll ask him to stop this madness when he arrives, at least for a while. If he’s happy to see us I’m sure he’ll want to give us something to make us feel better.
Story credits: Parable of the Lost Sheep; Elie Saab Haute couture.