Kissing In A Tree 4.1
Here goes!
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CENTRAL CITY
“Wally, stop kicking up dirt.” Mary West admonished her son.
“No.” Wally kicked the ground once more.
And he felt he had every right to.
After all, he might never get to again.
His home was going to be gone.
“Wally, you’re going to like your new home. I just know it. Smallville will be a much better place to grow up in than this city. It’s turned to shambles.” His father lectured.
“Don’t wanna go.”
But his parents continued helping the movers lift furniture into the truck. Piece by piece, all that made up his world was being taken away.
He went to climb up his tree house one more time.
Wally looked out at the skyline of Central City. It was a splendid sight, and he was going to miss seeing these buildings. He tried to imprint each one in his mind as if he could take it with him. Van Geld Opera house with its pretty lights, and the Hardwell Tower, and the Court House were among his favorites.
And the stars that seemed to circle about and shine down on the whole area.
He didn’t care what they said.
This was his favorite place to be in the whole wide world.
“I’ll be coming. Just you wait and see.”
The loud crack of lightening surprised him.
It was a bright and cloudless night, after all.
He shook and shook as the energy filled him up.
He felt like he had eaten a million pixie stix and had the urge to just move.
“Wheee!”
Wally ran and found himself running so fast that he could run up and down buildings without needing and elevator or stairs. He ran about the city so fast that no one could see his movements as he turned block after block without tiring or ever slowing down. Faster than cars, he ran through red stop lights and then surprised an ally cat by appearing out of nowhere.
“Rewwwh!”
“Sorry kitty!”
He decided to run on top of the Opera House just to see if he could.
“Yeah! Whoo hoo! I’m king of the world!” He jumped up and down on top of the grand old building.
Then he decided to sneak in backstage.
The dressing rooms were crazily strewn with costumes of all kinds but empty of people. It was a performance night, and he could hear the strains of some deep voiced man singing.
“Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!”
Wally wondered was so great about the guy they were singing about.
Then he found a black wig and red cape and forgot all about whether the song was silly or not.
He put them on.
“I can do it too!”
Wally sung in his deepest voice as he sped out of the room and out a back door and into the winding city streets.
Standing on top of a street light he cried out loud.
“Wally-O! Wally-O! Wally-O!”
“People are trying to sleep!”
Wally rushed off and tried it on another corner, but only got more of the hurried shouts.
And and old crusty boot aimed at his head.
"Critics. Humph. I'm an artist!"
He rounded another corner by a large brick building.
There he spotted a pretty young girl, a few years older than him, with her father walking to the opera. The girl was dark haired like her father, and in a fashionable dress. But her scowl fitted the sharp look on her fathers’ face, and her walk was just as drilled as her father in his army outfit and matching medal decorations.
“But Ironside!”
“Quit dragging those feet, Lo Lo! You already made us late for the showing.”
“But Opera is boring! Can’t we play commando spies again instead?”
“We have a reputation to uphold. And there will be sips of wine for you.”
“There better be.”
They sped up until a figure overtook them and snatched the purse away from the girl and ran towards Wally.
“No! That bag is an original Van Dolberg!” The girl took off one of her heels and ran with her father after him.
Wally snatched the purse and tripped the thief. He put the purse on the girl’s shoulder and ran off.
“How did that happen?”
Wally returned the cape to the Opera House.
He had lost the wig in helping those people.
He shrugged and went back to his tree house.
There he stared again out into the city and places he never wanted to leave.
“Wally, come to bed. You have a big day tomorrow!” Mrs. West called.
“All right.”
Wally fell asleep wondering what awaited him in the place called Smallville.
“It better have cable. And cute girls. Lots of cute girls.”
~~~
~~~
CENTRAL CITY
“Wally, stop kicking up dirt.” Mary West admonished her son.
“No.” Wally kicked the ground once more.
And he felt he had every right to.
After all, he might never get to again.
His home was going to be gone.
“Wally, you’re going to like your new home. I just know it. Smallville will be a much better place to grow up in than this city. It’s turned to shambles.” His father lectured.
“Don’t wanna go.”
But his parents continued helping the movers lift furniture into the truck. Piece by piece, all that made up his world was being taken away.
He went to climb up his tree house one more time.
Wally looked out at the skyline of Central City. It was a splendid sight, and he was going to miss seeing these buildings. He tried to imprint each one in his mind as if he could take it with him. Van Geld Opera house with its pretty lights, and the Hardwell Tower, and the Court House were among his favorites.
And the stars that seemed to circle about and shine down on the whole area.
He didn’t care what they said.
This was his favorite place to be in the whole wide world.
“I’ll be coming. Just you wait and see.”
The loud crack of lightening surprised him.
It was a bright and cloudless night, after all.
He shook and shook as the energy filled him up.
He felt like he had eaten a million pixie stix and had the urge to just move.
“Wheee!”
Wally ran and found himself running so fast that he could run up and down buildings without needing and elevator or stairs. He ran about the city so fast that no one could see his movements as he turned block after block without tiring or ever slowing down. Faster than cars, he ran through red stop lights and then surprised an ally cat by appearing out of nowhere.
“Rewwwh!”
“Sorry kitty!”
He decided to run on top of the Opera House just to see if he could.
“Yeah! Whoo hoo! I’m king of the world!” He jumped up and down on top of the grand old building.
Then he decided to sneak in backstage.
The dressing rooms were crazily strewn with costumes of all kinds but empty of people. It was a performance night, and he could hear the strains of some deep voiced man singing.
“Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!”
Wally wondered was so great about the guy they were singing about.
Then he found a black wig and red cape and forgot all about whether the song was silly or not.
He put them on.
“I can do it too!”
Wally sung in his deepest voice as he sped out of the room and out a back door and into the winding city streets.
Standing on top of a street light he cried out loud.
“Wally-O! Wally-O! Wally-O!”
“People are trying to sleep!”
Wally rushed off and tried it on another corner, but only got more of the hurried shouts.
And and old crusty boot aimed at his head.
"Critics. Humph. I'm an artist!"
He rounded another corner by a large brick building.
There he spotted a pretty young girl, a few years older than him, with her father walking to the opera. The girl was dark haired like her father, and in a fashionable dress. But her scowl fitted the sharp look on her fathers’ face, and her walk was just as drilled as her father in his army outfit and matching medal decorations.
“But Ironside!”
“Quit dragging those feet, Lo Lo! You already made us late for the showing.”
“But Opera is boring! Can’t we play commando spies again instead?”
“We have a reputation to uphold. And there will be sips of wine for you.”
“There better be.”
They sped up until a figure overtook them and snatched the purse away from the girl and ran towards Wally.
“No! That bag is an original Van Dolberg!” The girl took off one of her heels and ran with her father after him.
Wally snatched the purse and tripped the thief. He put the purse on the girl’s shoulder and ran off.
“How did that happen?”
Wally returned the cape to the Opera House.
He had lost the wig in helping those people.
He shrugged and went back to his tree house.
There he stared again out into the city and places he never wanted to leave.
“Wally, come to bed. You have a big day tomorrow!” Mrs. West called.
“All right.”
Wally fell asleep wondering what awaited him in the place called Smallville.
“It better have cable. And cute girls. Lots of cute girls.”
~~~