Ember’s Quiet Red Pom-Pom — Every evening, after the playroom rug stopped thumping, Ember climbed the scratchy sisal tower to tap his red pom-pom three times. Read the full story →
Every evening, after the playroom rug stopped thumping, Ember climbed the scratchy sisal tower to tap his red pom-pom three times. Tap, tap, tap meant good night to the tiny knot inside, the one tied from his first collar string. Until one day, a night-moth shivered on the top perch, its dusty wings making a sound like paper breathing.
Because of that, Ember climbed higher and held the pom-pom still so the moth could rest in its fuzz. Because of that, he heard faint wing-whispers from the curtain: more moths, waiting for a soft red moon. Ember swallowed his tap-tap-tap and left the pom-pom swinging where no one praised him. By morning, silver dust sparkled on the cord. If you spot Ember hugging the tall post, can you tell he is listening for that quiet tap, tap, tap?
