Alfred Bear

Alfred bear sat on the cold white windowsill looking like a polar bear on his iceberg staring out at a world that he can never truly be a part of. Threadbare he watches as his children leave the home where he resides making his half stuffed body feel emptier than ever before. He remembered when he went with his children to a place they called school. How he loved to sit on their knee clapping his paws in time with the songs they sang, being tied to the back of a tricycle as his youngest would ride at top speed, often crashing. This is where most of his scars came from.

As the children and their mother vanish out of sight the flame red corvette, who's brightness always puts the tennis ball like sun to shame, pulls up next door. As the grass starts to dance and the weather change, the wind begins to blow, forcing the tall majestic trees in the forest opposite to bow towards the silvery grey teddy encased behind his glass prison, framed with white plastic and brick. No force would be needed if they recognized their friend who as a young bear with his first owner ran in between the trees that at the time were just young saplings.

Slowly the giant fiery tennis ball makes its way across the sky hidden in part by candy floss clouds of grey which, as the day moves on and they see the bear trapped in his glass prison, turn black and start to cry like mourners at a funeral. drops of rain reminiscent of tear drops fall down the pain of glass that Alfred looks out of. This is his sorrow. These are his tears. The tears he can not cry for the loss of his children.

Trying to move to look for his children he slips and falls. Unable to move, he's not afraid, instead his head fills of a time when with his last owner he laid in the back year staring at the stars in the night sky. The ceiling he is now faced with has stars but the do not twinkle and no one is holding him. Sorrow once more flows over the old bear.

Suddenly a bang from down below, he hopes he dare not build up, it may not be his children. A rumbling noise like thunder grows as suddenly the door bursts open flooding the darkened room with light. Joy and love fill Alfred's heart once more as a small, tiny, voice shouts "Teddy" and a tiny hand picks him up off the floor and holds him tight. Filling him with love, he is not forgotten, his children have returned home to him once more.