Me: I found a white feather on our walk.
Nell: Did you?
Me: It means someone you love and have lost is thinking of you.
Nell: I know it does.
Me: You put it there, didn’t you?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say.
Me: You knew I was feeling down and you wanted me to know you were there.
Nell: I’m always here.
Me: Thank you for doing that.
Nell: My pleasure.
Me: But now the Puppies are looking for white feathers everywhere.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: So, you’re going to have to scatter a few more around.
Nell: We Guardians don’t just scatter white feathers around, you know. There’s a limited number.
Me: You can do it, Nell. I know you can.
Nell: Fine. Tell them to keep a close eye out the next time they go on a walk.
Me: I will. I knew it was you.
Nell: Of course it was me. I’m not going to let you go through this alone, am I?
Me: No.
Nell: Tell David not to search for white feathers in the stream, please. Only on land.
Me: Will do.
Nell: And not in the sea, either. We don’t want him swimming out too far.
Me: Don’t worry.
Nell: Now, you have your Wednesday Writers workshop this morning, don’t you?
Me: Yes, I wasn’t sure if I could do it but I’ve decided I will.
Nell: Good. Don’t worry if you’re a little teary. The other writers will understand.
Me: I’m in such a mess at the moment. Nell. I cry at anything.
Nell: You’re grieving. People know what that’s like.
Me: You’re right. Unfortunately most people do.
Nell: So, dry your eyes and get ready to join the other writers. You might even enjoy it. You usually do.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
