The Cloaked Damsel

“Ouch! Watch out little one” Her balloons were flying away higher. I grabbed them mid air. She was losing them. She barely was knee high. She was adorable as she stared at me like she could use a ladder to get to my face.

“Here, grab them tightly this time, by the thread” I certainly helped with the grip. I ensured there was some extra thread around her tiny wrist. I didn’t want her to lose her balloons and worse, warder so frivolously at the parking lot pursuing her kites.

“What’s your name?” I held her arm as her balloons floated gracefully with the calm breeze.

“Matilda. What’s yours?” Her courage was stupefying. I have heard them say mum told me not to talk to strangers. This one was exceptional. She was too much ahead of her own age. She was in a nice ensemble and I could easily tell the smell of money.

“Kevin” Was I really telling my name to a five year old? “Matilda is a nice name. It’s an angel’s” I said, as we strode towards the mall’s entrance. Her mother must be panicky by now. I figured. She’s probably wandering inside the shopping mall looking for a missing child. Letting a child by herself in a public mall didn’t auger well. This mother must be one in a million in my opinion as I thought of the many perils riddling upon the little girl. Matilda wasn’t bothered at all. She seemed not to care that her guardian wasn’t the one holding her arm. It’s like she knew me her entire skimpy life. I could have passed to be her daddy amidst strangers past us.