Photo courtesy of Dave Stewart
Although I know from reading Dave’s story where this picture was taken, it first struck me as some place near home. That’s how I’m going to continue to see it, although its more exotic location is probably worth another story. This week, I’m staying close to home and recalling some of the legends we told ourselves as kids.
This story is in honor of my sister, Jan, who passed away four years ago this month. She kept me on my toes growing up. I miss that girl.
Word count: 101
Mind Games
“Someone died on that fence – that’s why it’s red. An evil ghost impaled them and blood went everywhere.” My sister spoke with authority. “Don’t walk by here alone or you’re next.”
I looked down at my shoes, scuffling dust as I sped up.
“You scared, baby?” I wasn’t a baby.
“See that note in the corner?” I had my ways of getting even.
“Yeah – so?”
Pulling it out, I studied it carefully. “It says ‘Beware, Jan. Beware.’”
Crumpling it, I stuffed the paper in my pocket and raced like a bat out of hell home, enjoying my short lived victory.
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© Erin Leary
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Ha ha ha smart kid! Great story
Thanks for reading! The younger child has to find some way to even things out.
Dear Erin,
I could just see these two trying to out-scare the other. Well done. And I’m sorry for your loss.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. It’s fun to recall moments of childhood and work the into a piece. I appreciate you reading!
Hahaha! When the teacher is so good, can the pupil lag behind? Touching and funny. And well-told told. Your sister would be proud.
Thanks – I had to be quick witted to win one once in awhile with her!
🙂 I don’t have a sister but I am sure it was great to have had one 🙂
From one “little sister” to another: Well done! 😀
Cute story! I can image this going on between 2 sisters. I too am sorry for your loss.
Sibling rivalry and teasing runs deep!
This made me smile. I used to pretend that my sister’s dolls whispered in my ear, saying bad things about my sister like “she doesn’t like you anymore.” Oh, I was bad, Erin!
Me, too. Something about being the younger sister meant I was always pushing the limits…
Good memories, Erin. I’m so sorry for your sister, but I hope you have wonderful memories of her, too.
janet
Thanks, Janet. She’s always in my thoughts
I am the older sister but my younger is too sweet to even do something like this, although I deserved it more than once. lol
I love it. My older sisters could never best me. I was too fast and too smart for my own good. I probably got into trouble that they couldn’t even warn me about.
I love the balanced way she gets her revenge, clever girl! I’m sorry for the loss of your sister, Jan. No doubt, it is with you always, but you bring her to life with this lovely banter.
In the meantime, I am home… sort of, for a while. I’d still love to get together with you and your friend. Let me know some dates that might work. Admittedly, I’ve spread my time thin of late, but it’s remained in my mind, as something I’d like to make happen! 😉
I love this, as I’m sure she would too 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
So realistic, so simple. Enjoyed this Erin.
Wonderful story. I’m sure your parents had their hands full with you two. And such a beautiful tribute to your sister.
Good story, Erin. Those are the kinds of things we remember aren’t they? If I’d had a sibling nearer my age, I probably would have done the same. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne