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Strawberry #3. Stepping Stones with Whipped Cream, and MALT
Rating : PG (just for cursing)
Timeframe : mid-1240's (12-13 yr-old Rune)
Word Count : 309
Malt Prompt : Prompts from a hat - stepping stones + Tish + bad idea
I got tempted to add a rocky road to this, but I am determined to be cruel to myself do a piece for every prompt.
The scrabbling and scraping of feet along the rocks put a hasty end to the still morning. Rune glanced over his shoulder to find Tish coming round the side of the mountain.
She fixed him with a look of exasperation that was so exaggerated he would have laughed, had she not just ruined his peace. “What are you doing?”
“Thinking,” said Rune.
“Can’t you think on the ground? Like normal people?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Too many distractions.” He turned back to the view, hugging his legs more tightly against his frame and forcing himself to concentrate on the tiny trees below.
There was a grunt and a handful of stone rumbled down the cliff. “Damn near impossible to get up here.”
Rune buried his face in his knees. “That’s the idea,” he muttered.
“Really shouldn’t be so hard,” said Tish. “Sort of like stepping stones. Only they go up.”
“Tish, that not a good-” There was a heavy thud, followed by a shower of rock cascading towards the ground. Rune spun around to see Tish flat against the cliff, clutching at the stone with white knuckles. “-idea,” he finished, shaking his head.
Tish forced a grin and pried her hands from the rock. “I’m fine,” she said, taking a carefully placed step up the slope. A few more steps and she was on the ledge beside him.
Rune brought his chin back to his knees while Tish beat the dust from her skirt. “You’re going to get me killed,” she said. Rune thought better than to point out he’d never invited her. “Honestly, I can’t see why you would want to-” Her words died in a gasp. “It’s beautiful!”
“Yeah,” said Rune as she settled next to him. “But it’s damn near impossible to get up here.”
Tish frowned. “Yeah,” she said wistfully. “That’s too bad.”
Rating : PG (just for cursing)
Timeframe : mid-1240's (12-13 yr-old Rune)
Word Count : 309
Malt Prompt : Prompts from a hat - stepping stones + Tish + bad idea
I got tempted to add a rocky road to this, but I am determined to be cruel to myself do a piece for every prompt.
The scrabbling and scraping of feet along the rocks put a hasty end to the still morning. Rune glanced over his shoulder to find Tish coming round the side of the mountain.
She fixed him with a look of exasperation that was so exaggerated he would have laughed, had she not just ruined his peace. “What are you doing?”
“Thinking,” said Rune.
“Can’t you think on the ground? Like normal people?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Too many distractions.” He turned back to the view, hugging his legs more tightly against his frame and forcing himself to concentrate on the tiny trees below.
There was a grunt and a handful of stone rumbled down the cliff. “Damn near impossible to get up here.”
Rune buried his face in his knees. “That’s the idea,” he muttered.
“Really shouldn’t be so hard,” said Tish. “Sort of like stepping stones. Only they go up.”
“Tish, that not a good-” There was a heavy thud, followed by a shower of rock cascading towards the ground. Rune spun around to see Tish flat against the cliff, clutching at the stone with white knuckles. “-idea,” he finished, shaking his head.
Tish forced a grin and pried her hands from the rock. “I’m fine,” she said, taking a carefully placed step up the slope. A few more steps and she was on the ledge beside him.
Rune brought his chin back to his knees while Tish beat the dust from her skirt. “You’re going to get me killed,” she said. Rune thought better than to point out he’d never invited her. “Honestly, I can’t see why you would want to-” Her words died in a gasp. “It’s beautiful!”
“Yeah,” said Rune as she settled next to him. “But it’s damn near impossible to get up here.”
Tish frowned. “Yeah,” she said wistfully. “That’s too bad.”