PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
Diana found them at the allotment one evening. The sun was setting through russet leaves and the scent of summer passing rose from the earth. Two teddy bears and one bald plastic baby doll, strangely sinister, fur and booties ruined by mud.
She almost left them on the compost heap. But then she imagined small, sticky hands gripping them to fast-beating hearts, brave sentries to keep the nightmares at bay.
Perched atop her barrow of squashes and windfall apples, they were battle hardened warriors.
Besides. Night was falling fast and Diana needed all the protection she could get.