Post by Azure on Dec 22, 2006 14:07:30 GMT -5
ooc:If you have read this story before don't say anything.
When the door closed behind me, I yawned and stretched. There were days I enjoyed sleeping late. This morning was crisp and cool, but not really cold. I was glad to be up. There was no wind. Not even the slightest breeze tickled the red and yellow leaves or rustled through, dry, brown blades of grass. It wasn't often that the wind was still. I paused a moment, listening to the quiet, yet marveling at how many sounds there were.
Next door, Mrs. Parks told her husband to be careful driving to work and to bring home some chicken from the market for supper. Cars zoomed and rushed by on the big road near Luigi's Restaurant. Crows cawed from the Farmer McVee's pecan orchard. Luigi's was over five blocks away, and Farmer McVee lived nearly a half-mile from our housing development. Still, the crows who raided his pecan trees sounded as close as if they were flying right over the top of my house.
I strolled around to the front yard and paused at the curb. Mr. Parks backed out of his driveway. I glanced both ways, to make sure nothing else was on the road, then trotted across before he came in my direction.
At the alley behind Tom's house, I paused. Holding my breath, I moved nothing but my eyes. Once certain that Rocky was no place to be seen, I reced across the big, open grassy area toward the new high school. That's my friend and I were to meet this morning.
It surprised me to find Tom already sitting on the wood fence between the baseball diamond and the football field.
Tom cocked and eyebrow and glanced down at me.
"About time you got up,"he teased. "Been waiting on you for two hours."
"Have not."I frowned.
Tom smiled. "Would you believe, five minutes?"
We laughed.
ooc:tell you the rest later.
When the door closed behind me, I yawned and stretched. There were days I enjoyed sleeping late. This morning was crisp and cool, but not really cold. I was glad to be up. There was no wind. Not even the slightest breeze tickled the red and yellow leaves or rustled through, dry, brown blades of grass. It wasn't often that the wind was still. I paused a moment, listening to the quiet, yet marveling at how many sounds there were.
Next door, Mrs. Parks told her husband to be careful driving to work and to bring home some chicken from the market for supper. Cars zoomed and rushed by on the big road near Luigi's Restaurant. Crows cawed from the Farmer McVee's pecan orchard. Luigi's was over five blocks away, and Farmer McVee lived nearly a half-mile from our housing development. Still, the crows who raided his pecan trees sounded as close as if they were flying right over the top of my house.
I strolled around to the front yard and paused at the curb. Mr. Parks backed out of his driveway. I glanced both ways, to make sure nothing else was on the road, then trotted across before he came in my direction.
At the alley behind Tom's house, I paused. Holding my breath, I moved nothing but my eyes. Once certain that Rocky was no place to be seen, I reced across the big, open grassy area toward the new high school. That's my friend and I were to meet this morning.
It surprised me to find Tom already sitting on the wood fence between the baseball diamond and the football field.
Tom cocked and eyebrow and glanced down at me.
"About time you got up,"he teased. "Been waiting on you for two hours."
"Have not."I frowned.
Tom smiled. "Would you believe, five minutes?"
We laughed.
ooc:tell you the rest later.
