Things That Drift Back

Inside the mist, everything was muffled; sound, light, and even thoughts.

But as Penny waddled through the hush, strange little memories drifted past her like feathers:
– A turtle remembering where he buried his best berry.
– A fox giggling about the first time he tried to howl.
– A flower opening to the memory of sunshine.

The fog shimmered with gentle stories, lost toys, half-finished songs, and feelings that had once been felt and then, misplaced.

Penny’s eyes grew wide. “This isn’t just a fog. It’s where forgotten things come to wait.”

Returning with the Light

Penny paddled out of the fog, carrying more than she brought in.

She whispered her memories to her pond friends, and soon they were sharing theirs;
Stories of games, songs, hugs, and old dreams.

The fog lifted slowly, not because it vanished, but because it had been heard. And from that day on, if any creature forgot something, they’d sit by Penny and ask,

“Do you think the fog is holding it for me?”

And Penny would smile, “Yes. And it always gives it back when you’re ready to remember.” Because memories never disappear, they just wait in the softest corners of the world.

The End !