Friday Fictioneers time again!
(And don’t miss your chance to read all the other Fictioneer stories.)
Lilly is playing beside the mountain with the little houses. The mountain is as tall as Lilly. Her brother Brad is bigger.
“Silly Lilly. Messing with the mud.” Brad kicks at the mountain.
“Stop it! You’re gonna hurt the little people.”
“There’s no little people, Silly Lilly.”
“Is too. See their houses?”
“There’s no houses. Just sticks and stones.” Brad kicks again.
“Stop it!” Lilly hits Brad.
“Mom! Lilly hit me!”
“He started it!”
“Oh, stop it, you two. Lilly, you’re a mess. Go put clean clothes on. Brad, get your stuff for soccer practice.”
Mom pulls them into the house. Lilly waves bye-bye. Nobody else sees the little people bustle out of their houses to make repairs. Nobody else sees them wave to her.