DP Challenge : Fifty
Wink, wink. Come on, it doesn’t matter.
Surely, you are not doing anything wrong.
I am wishing you take me.
Why don’t you do it?
You are not sure?
You have to take care.
I never knew, that you will refuse to eat a slice of chocolate cake.
Not To Be Moved
Smily Credit: Internet
The girl in the picture reminds me of myself at that age. My elder brother (he was eight years elder than me) and I, we used to be the only two people at home. Our mother had died a few years earlier, and our father was immersed in his work. He spent little time with us. He left us usually to our own devices as to how we spent our time. It was our summer break.
My brother had brought me to this play area in the park. I had great fun in riding on Tigger, Winnie the Pooh and Rabbit. There was a green Thingy, looking mean with a long nose. I didn’t like him one bit even. My brother was talking to some boys his age. I never noticed when he walked away. I was busy enjoying the rides. I didn’t realize he was no longer there. When I alighted I didn’t see him. I was near tears, feeling panicky and wondering where he was?
I kept waiting where he left me. I was feeling all horrible, wondering how I will reach home when I realized someone was speaking to me. “Little girl would you like a cold Icee?” I turned and saw a man smiling down at me. Remembering what my brother used to tell me, “Never accept anything from strangers,” I told him, “No, thank you.” But insides me I would have loved a cold drink. “Have you come here alone?” He asked again, darting glances here and there. I didn’t like him at all, like the green thingy. I don’t know what made me say, “See, there is my father,” I pointed to a man standing in a group, a little away from us. That made him slunk away. I didn’t like telling a fib but my brother had told me never to talk with strangers.
That was the longest hour of my life. Meanwhile my brother after meeting his friends totally forgot about me. He reached home when he realized where he had left me. It must have shaken the life out of him. When he came back, at the sight of his face I burst into tears. He was himself fighting tears, as he hugged me. In his heart he must have been thanking God, who watched over me and kept me safe.
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A picture is worth a 1000 words.
A Little Girl Story