She’s two, and curious. She teeters with each step, barely remaining upright, a controlled fall across the surface of the Earth. She comes to an abrupt stop, her diapered rear planting itself in the grass, and she raises her eyes only to be dazzled by the sun.
The alien is an immense misshapen figure casting her in sudden shadow. It reaches down and —gently, carefully — pats her on the head.
Nicely done. I like that you challenged yourself with such a short sentence. I liked the imagery.ReplyDelete
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I could visualise the scene and glad it was a friendly alien.ReplyDelete
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Suzy Someday Somewhere
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I love this! You captured innocence and threw in something a bit more "out there".ReplyDelete
My story: http://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com/2014/05/belles-box.html
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Lovely! This was a joy to read, and what could be more innocent than an infant or toddler?ReplyDelete
My story: http://cshowers.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/stolen-innocence/
God bless you!
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