There she lay, all fragile and angelic, like a
small pot doll. Her complexion told her own story and her pale skin and shallow
eyes, and dark lines, made people aware of her battle with
cancer.
Every evening, she watched the shadows on the egg shell coloured walls, as cars out side drove by, flooding their head lights through the windows of the hospital. She used to imagine animals and bizarrely deformed creatures dancing on the ceiling; as her mind began to wander endlessly through the corridors of time and reason.
Polly Anne Fair-child once told her mother, that all she ever wanted for her seventh birthday, was a
small speckled pony; and that if she were allowed to have one, she would name her pony “Rosie May” after her grandmother, who passed away when she was eight years old.
That was before she was diagnosed with a rare form of stomach cancer, which had begun to make her health deteriorate rapidly. In fact, she had been given just six months to live. So every day since her diagnosis, Polly Anne had made every precious moment count, as each day was so special for her, and her family.
Polly Anne’s Pony
Written By: Kaiden G. Stone.