the little, black copycat {5.4.12}

The childs face is aglow, her feet running as fast as they can, her footsteps blending with those running with her. her blonde hair is the color of sweet, golden hay, and when she smiles, i realize her two front are missing. all of a sudden, she stops, her smile disappearing from her face.
one boy notices, “TRACYY!! Whatsa matter?”
She points to the ground by her feet.
“He’s following me!!”
All of the children look at their feet, suddenly aware that they have people following them too.
One little girl speaks up, waving to the dark object that imitates her movements. "You wanna be friends?"
I do believe shadows make lovely acquaintances.

5.1.12 Tell me...

Where have all the children gone?

They’ve followed the piper and his idiotic tune.

Why is the table not set out for supper?

That is the folly of the cow and the spoon.

Why is the dog wearing a coat and shoes?

The stupid old lady’s cupboards were bare.

Why does it rain like the world is ending?

Because the spider is lost and he doesn’t know where.

Whose are these guts all scattered about?

That is the weasel who fled for his life.

Why are there seeds all over the floor?

Those are from Peter who imprisoned his wife.

5.24.11 Scented Markers

We were busily preparing for the bake sale at our church, all of the food had been placed and priced and we were doing some last minute touch-ups. A whole throng of people rushed through the doors and began to fill the "Great Hall", and we immediately started racking up money. In the midst of the chaotic sale, one little boy handed me a piece of paper with an interestingly colorful man on it.
"Thanks Aidan!" I said as I looked at the drawing.
"Whatever you do, don't smell the hair, I used scented markers and the hair is black licorice."

5.23.11 gloss - a drabble of 100 words

Why do they do it?? I’m sure they do it to protect themselves. Honestly, I’m not blaming them. Well, I am a little bit. I’m sure they are just trying to keep the little kiddies out. You know, the ones who would look and instead of seeing “POISON!! DO NOT EAT THIS!!” like they should, they see “I’M YUMMY CANDY!! STUFF ME IN YOUR MOUTH!!” But, let’s face it, when you’re sick, you’re weaker than your average Gerber baby become toddler.

Which brings me to my original point. Why on earth do they make Nyquil caplets so hard to open?

5.9.11 - Little Chef

The little hands grip the wisk that moves in a circular pattern.

“I just, I just can’t do it!” The child exclaims as her lip quivers. She frustratingly stirs the batter. The strong hands ease the wisk from the fingers that were intertwined around the metal handle.

Reassuring the child, the mother wraps her in a warm hug and starts to slowly mix the batter that the child had started. “Now for the eggs” the woman says and the child lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh, I thought we only needed flour.” With that, the youngster walks out of the kitchen.

Innocence in Black & White

The innocence of children. The world is black and white. It stays that way for their early childhood and life. As they get older the black shifts to a dark gray, and the white is slowly tinged with a lighter gray. The sliding colors, blending the sharp lines between black and white. The world turns to shades of gray, the right and wrong blending to form a mostly right wrong. We have lost the childish innocence as we grow. The world is revealed as black and white but mostly shades of gray. 

O for the innocence of a child again.  

(I know I'm not doing the weekly words.. but.. I felt like doing the B&W line for my drabble today)