Waiting…

Inktober, day thirteen. The prompt was horizon.

The bears sit together as a group. Baby Bear has been gone for hours, visiting the Queen of the Hornets. The bears sit and they wonder and they don’t speak. The sun rises high in the sky, and the bears still sit and wait. Before long, the sun is setting. Still, no sign of Baby Bear.

Momma and Poppa Bear stand up slowly. They have been sitting in one position all day, and their joints are sore. They walk and they watch the sunset and they look at the mountains far off in the horizon. But they don’t speak.

They look at the colors of the sky and they look at each other and they are filled with love.

They walk back to the rest of the bears and they continue to wait as the sky darkens, the stars twinkle, the moon rises, and darkness falls…