Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Jun 18, 2013 7:57:09 GMT -5
“What if I was to tell you everything you believed when you were little is true?”
“I wouldn't believe you,” her response was quick and a potential conversation killer all in one; delivered swiftly and sweetly like the swallows that trace the sky.
“Wouldn't you?” He barely looked up from playing with a daisy, his voice like a dark, rich coffee on a rainy day.
“Nope,” she shifted to a more comfortable position, rumpling some of the picnic blanket so it looked like the Sussex Downs. Apparently the most comfortable position was on her belly, likewise playing with a daisy. Daniel noted it showed off her rounded bottom nicely although he'd never admit to looking. “Why should I?”
He grinned. “You shouldn't ...”
“Then why bring it up?” She looked to him through her thick bangs, still twiddling the daisy between her thumb and forefinger. This time the tone of her voice wasn't dismissive but curious. It alluded to more questions.
“Because I can prove it.” He laid back so he could place both hands behind his head, satisfied that he'd caught the right fish and just needed to reel it in. He was so tall his feet and the bottom half of his legs were mostly off the picnic blanket. His hairy legs, hardly contained by the quarter length shorts, brushed against the dry and brittle grass. Next to the pair sat a mostly empty picnic basket; the only proof that food had existed was the crumbs scattered around.
“Bullshit.”
“Fine. Don't believe me.” The sky was mostly blue with only wisps of clouds and the park was empty except for the pair. The rest of their friends had gone to the beach or abroad for the summer holidays. Daniel and Sarah's families couldn't afford the expense.
Silence settled as Sarah laboriously turned some daisies in to a daisy-chain to wear and Daniel watched the sky, eyes drifting. Eventually Sarah spoke again. Daniel fancied he could hear the cogs working already.
“Besides, tooth-fairies could never fly like that. Not without huge wings. It'd be like the bumblebees all over again. If these things existed there'd be more evidence.” She admired the daisy-chain bracelet that now adorned her wrist.
“Who said they didn't have huge wings?” Daniel kept his eyes closed and relaxed.
Sarah humped and rolled over so she could face him. “How would you prove it then?”
“I found something.”
“What?”
“Oh, curious now? I thought you said you wouldn't believe?” He grinned, eyes still closed in confidence.
“I don't but I want to call your bluff!” She made up her fib quickly. She knew she didn't believe but going on an adventure, any adventure, was better than this! Sarah didn't want to spend the rest of the summer holiday sitting around in parks having picnics. She wanted some thing to talk about that wasn't just the exams coming and family life, which was boring to plain dull at times being an only child.
“Okay. Tonight. Meet me at the school, at around nine-ish. I reckon we can get inside.”
“I wouldn't believe you,” her response was quick and a potential conversation killer all in one; delivered swiftly and sweetly like the swallows that trace the sky.
“Wouldn't you?” He barely looked up from playing with a daisy, his voice like a dark, rich coffee on a rainy day.
“Nope,” she shifted to a more comfortable position, rumpling some of the picnic blanket so it looked like the Sussex Downs. Apparently the most comfortable position was on her belly, likewise playing with a daisy. Daniel noted it showed off her rounded bottom nicely although he'd never admit to looking. “Why should I?”
He grinned. “You shouldn't ...”
“Then why bring it up?” She looked to him through her thick bangs, still twiddling the daisy between her thumb and forefinger. This time the tone of her voice wasn't dismissive but curious. It alluded to more questions.
“Because I can prove it.” He laid back so he could place both hands behind his head, satisfied that he'd caught the right fish and just needed to reel it in. He was so tall his feet and the bottom half of his legs were mostly off the picnic blanket. His hairy legs, hardly contained by the quarter length shorts, brushed against the dry and brittle grass. Next to the pair sat a mostly empty picnic basket; the only proof that food had existed was the crumbs scattered around.
“Bullshit.”
“Fine. Don't believe me.” The sky was mostly blue with only wisps of clouds and the park was empty except for the pair. The rest of their friends had gone to the beach or abroad for the summer holidays. Daniel and Sarah's families couldn't afford the expense.
Silence settled as Sarah laboriously turned some daisies in to a daisy-chain to wear and Daniel watched the sky, eyes drifting. Eventually Sarah spoke again. Daniel fancied he could hear the cogs working already.
“Besides, tooth-fairies could never fly like that. Not without huge wings. It'd be like the bumblebees all over again. If these things existed there'd be more evidence.” She admired the daisy-chain bracelet that now adorned her wrist.
“Who said they didn't have huge wings?” Daniel kept his eyes closed and relaxed.
Sarah humped and rolled over so she could face him. “How would you prove it then?”
“I found something.”
“What?”
“Oh, curious now? I thought you said you wouldn't believe?” He grinned, eyes still closed in confidence.
“I don't but I want to call your bluff!” She made up her fib quickly. She knew she didn't believe but going on an adventure, any adventure, was better than this! Sarah didn't want to spend the rest of the summer holiday sitting around in parks having picnics. She wanted some thing to talk about that wasn't just the exams coming and family life, which was boring to plain dull at times being an only child.
“Okay. Tonight. Meet me at the school, at around nine-ish. I reckon we can get inside.”
