In the last post: The troll responded to Alf's wooing by flinging him into the air...
Dear friends, on Tuesdays and Saturdays I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ stories. You can check in regularly and read them free, or wait to buy the whole story when published.Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 27Skimming over the treetops, Alf flapped his arms and laughed. But then he was falling again and it dawned on him that he ought to do something about arresting his flight.
As he passed the crown of a tall fur tree, he wrapped his arms around the stem and clung on with all his strength. The tree swayed under the weight, then sprung back, trying to throw him off. But Alf held tight, and soon the tree tamed and settled.
As it happened, Alf had landed in the same tree where his little robot friend, Crusher, remained tangled in the branches. Alf glanced across to the oak tree, hoping to make eye contact with his new love and wave to her: but she was gone. A search with his third eye, passing through tree and rock, didn't find her either, and his shoulders drooped.
"Gawd blimey," mumbled Alf through a huge yawn. He climbed down to Crusher and stretched out in the nest it made. His heart throbbed with delicious passion, but sudden tiredness dwarfed all else. He leaned his head on a branch of soft fur needles, folded his hands across his stomach, looked up into the stars, and let the tree rock him to sleep. Tonight he would dream of his newfound love, and in the morning, ah, in the morning he would find her.
To be continued…
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As he passed the crown of a tall fur tree, he wrapped his arms around the stem and clung on with all his strength. The tree swayed under the weight, then sprung back, trying to throw him off. But Alf held tight, and soon the tree tamed and settled.
As it happened, Alf had landed in the same tree where his little robot friend, Crusher, remained tangled in the branches. Alf glanced across to the oak tree, hoping to make eye contact with his new love and wave to her: but she was gone. A search with his third eye, passing through tree and rock, didn't find her either, and his shoulders drooped.
"Gawd blimey," mumbled Alf through a huge yawn. He climbed down to Crusher and stretched out in the nest it made. His heart throbbed with delicious passion, but sudden tiredness dwarfed all else. He leaned his head on a branch of soft fur needles, folded his hands across his stomach, looked up into the stars, and let the tree rock him to sleep. Tonight he would dream of his newfound love, and in the morning, ah, in the morning he would find her.
To be continued…
Image by My pictures are CC0. When doing composings: from PixabayThe real world: Rather than miss an instalment, it’s easy to follow my blog on
bloglovin
’. They’ll give you a friendly nudge as I release new parts.
Like to know more about Alf, Bert and the rest of the gang? You can read their chaotic history in What on Earth.
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