A great storm tossed the tire hither and yon but the newspaper pirate hat never got wet and the child’s laugher never dried up. The storm surged, waves crashed, thunder roared, and the child giggled.
Her mother pushed the tire swing and sang out the tale of the little boat in the great big storm, and the child believed. The storm could have been scary if told by a less skilled narrator, but the mother was not less skilled and the child was not scared.
Knowing her audience better than anyone else, the mother knew when to calm the swing, part the clouds, and breathe rainbows and blue skies into the tale.
She and the child would give great big dramatic sighs of relief, then the mother would lift the child from the swing and home they would walk, swinging arms hand in hand.
I enjoyed this short story and would love to read more from this author!
ReplyDeleteOutstanding work, i hope to see more from this author
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