Today The Daily Post’s writing prompt is « Third From the Top. » Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.
I got : « You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride them, as long as the way is visible. » writes Cee in her article. (Thanks for your inspirational help)
« You can walk on them, drive them… »
« Can you run on them too? »
« Yes you can. So, you can walk on them, drive them, ride them, as long s the way is visible. And you can run on them too. »
« And can skip on them? »
« Amy ! Stop interrupting me all the time ! Yes you can. »
« Gee you sound just like Dad. »
A weak giggle came from the bed, Nick smiled to his other sibling all sens of frustration forgotten.
« And can you roll on them? »
« Yes you can. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride them. And run on them, skip on them and roll on them too. As long as the way is visible though. »
« Why’s that? »
« Because Amy, you wouldn’t want to get lost now would you? Imagine yourself, on your way home from school, eager to come home to see Mom and Charlie… but you get off the way, to wander in the parc for a few secondes and you see daffodils you want to bring home to Mom. And before you even know it, you lost the way home ! »
Both children gasped, causing the elder one laugh. There were good sides to being ten years older than the twins.
« You’re making fun of us again ! I’ll tell Mom ! »
« Of course you will, you always tell her everything. Whiny baby ! »
« So do you even want to hear my story ? »
« No it’s scary, I want you to read Cinderella to me. »
« Not again ! »
« Who’s the whiny baby now ? »
Nick kept silent as the twins began to argue he always liked it when Charlie felt good enough to argue. Amy and him were twins but they were also opposites. Yin and yang. He hoped it would remain like that forever.
« Hey! »
« Hay is for horses. »
« Stop saying that, you’re doing it on purpose ! »
« What am I doing on purpose? »
The door sled open, the figure of a woman appeared. At first they all thought their mother had come to calm them down, unlike Nick she didn’t like seeing Charlie get wound up, excited or arguing, she wanted him to keep all of his energy. It was the nurse. Nick got up, Amy who had crawled next to Charlie, sat slowly up, then got up. Nick took her hand and pulled her gently out of the room. As they reached the door Amy stopped.
« And can you be pushed down them ? »
« Oh well that was the best part of the story but you wouldn’t let me finish. Guess we’ll have to check that out tomorrow Charlie, right? »
The pale smile was heartbreaking, yet it was that smile that motivated the older brother to come up with stories. Wasn’t it his role after all, to keep an eye on his brother and sister ?