A little girl and a bear

A scruffy bear hung limply swaying back and forth from a small hand that clutched its furry brown paw. The city bustled with noise as the teddy swung like a pendulum keeping time to the rhythm of the city. Mid swing his careful timing was interrupted and with a swish he found himself looking over the little girls head. Her blonde hair flailed around him like the mane of a wild pony. Every so often his gaze was turned to the sky as the little girl tilted back her head to follow the skyscrapers.
Her stumbling steps slowed and soon they stood at a standstill staring at the towering buildings. The shifting wall of people walking down the sidewalk broke around the girl. As though they were water and she was the small but stubborn stone in the middle of a large stream.
The bear took it all in not hearing a sound. For within his stuffed body he heard nothing. His only contact with the outside world being his eyes and they flashed in the sunlight.
Then an unwelcome jerk brought his black bead eyes down to earth. With each tremor he caught a glimpse of an angry, relieved face chattering away at the girl. Finally after a couple good shakes a woman’s head appeared on the teddy’s leg over the girl’s shoulder. Arms enclosed the girl and held her tight in a protective ring as a tear fell into the bear’s fur.
What seemed like minutes later the woman’s head withdrew and with that the teddy was brought back down from his perch. Little arms hugged him and held out his paw. A larger hand descended and enclosed the girl’s hand and the paw. The bear couldn’t hear or taste or smell but he felt the warmth of that touch and knew all was well.
The little hand withdrew and grasped his other paw. A shared laugh echoed through his fur and once again he swung to the city’s rhythm. Slow at first but faster and faster with each new beat.

A little girl and a bear

Allison Matthas

Joined February 2009

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I had just heard of my mom’s friend’s brother dieing and remembered him giving me my first teddy bear. I’m not sure if this is a true memory but it made me think. “every person leaves a legacy, be it a skyscrapper or a teddy bear. A skyscrapper may be awe-inspiring to tourists but to those who work within it is just a building. As for a teddy bear well its much much more.” This story came to mind. Not really sure why i’m focused on the teddy bear… maybe he wanted to tell his story.

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