58. Hoot

Belle her little snowy owl flew around her head as she walked outside in the gardens. Fluffing his feathers and hooting at her, he wanted to play. Bel always wanted to play.

“Bel,” she laughed as she hopped onto her head and launched herself into a tiny alcove all to simply glance out at her.

Thirteen-year-old Alicia just laughed and danced around in a circle – the water on the pavement splashing around her as she danced around. Belle loved it when she danced – the little things on the ground ran away from Alicia’s moving feet and she’d eat.