Frogs did this to me
Feb. 19th, 2012 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaTitle: Children’s Tales
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 344
The children gathered, one enterprising one going for the lap to pin the victim down so that the rest could properly accumulate. Duran looked for help from another adult, who all studiously did not make eye contact, glad that they weren’t the prey this time.
“Honored Father,” started one of the eldest. “Da-ad,” said one slightly younger. But it was the little one in prime position on his lap that was the worst and most impossible to resist, “Daddddy.” He was lost.
Duran of the New Green Growth of the Pecan tree, Harbringer of when Spring was actually going to occur, looked out at the smallest shoots of his clan and opened his heart to answering their pleas with as much care as he would nurture the small verdant sprigs of his trees.
He knew what was probably going to be demanded but in some place in his inner self he hoped to be spared. Maybe they would want to be told what a nut felt as the soil warmed after the cold resting season or the secrets that buds held that foretold to them when to grow plump with leaves.
A small hand touched his and brought him out of his contemplation of what ifs. Looking down into the large eyes and still rounded ears of the youngest amongst them, his heart glowed with love of this tenderest seedling. Perhaps…
It was not to be. Cold winter nipped.
In unison, as if they’d practiced, “Tell us a Human Tale.” was demanded. And so he began the story of the mini-dread godling who could bring to life evil iron monsters by the force of his will .. Or was it his evil sire who created magic by the pressing of his finger on the secret box from the interior of their dwelling. It was all improbable and something that required the acceptance of fantasy that children could easily do so well. Thank the Leaf that he didn’t have to act out the baking of cookies in a hollow tree to song and dance…this time.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 344
The children gathered, one enterprising one going for the lap to pin the victim down so that the rest could properly accumulate. Duran looked for help from another adult, who all studiously did not make eye contact, glad that they weren’t the prey this time.
“Honored Father,” started one of the eldest. “Da-ad,” said one slightly younger. But it was the little one in prime position on his lap that was the worst and most impossible to resist, “Daddddy.” He was lost.
Duran of the New Green Growth of the Pecan tree, Harbringer of when Spring was actually going to occur, looked out at the smallest shoots of his clan and opened his heart to answering their pleas with as much care as he would nurture the small verdant sprigs of his trees.
He knew what was probably going to be demanded but in some place in his inner self he hoped to be spared. Maybe they would want to be told what a nut felt as the soil warmed after the cold resting season or the secrets that buds held that foretold to them when to grow plump with leaves.
A small hand touched his and brought him out of his contemplation of what ifs. Looking down into the large eyes and still rounded ears of the youngest amongst them, his heart glowed with love of this tenderest seedling. Perhaps…
It was not to be. Cold winter nipped.
In unison, as if they’d practiced, “Tell us a Human Tale.” was demanded. And so he began the story of the mini-dread godling who could bring to life evil iron monsters by the force of his will .. Or was it his evil sire who created magic by the pressing of his finger on the secret box from the interior of their dwelling. It was all improbable and something that required the acceptance of fantasy that children could easily do so well. Thank the Leaf that he didn’t have to act out the baking of cookies in a hollow tree to song and dance…this time.
