Rob and the woods had an inexplicable connection. He found his inner peace amidst the deep, dark woods. And walking through them at dusk gave him more pleasure than a Zinger burger would give a youth his age.
That particular evening as Rob walked past the huge oak tree, he heard a soft wailing sound. Rob thought it did not sound like an animal. He stopped short and turned back. As his feet trampled the dry leaves, the wailing got louder.
Under the pile of leaves and innumerable acorns, lay a little cherub; barely clothed, wrapped in a soft muslin cloth.
As Rob gently lifted her in his arms, she stopped wailing and started cooing gently, reassured by the warmth of his snug embrace.
Rob’s wildest dreams had come true. He had always wanted to be a young father, and his destiny was sealed that summer evening, for he was the chosen one.
This post is written for Day 1 of Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018. Today’s theme is the above photo prompt.