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This week's Write On Edge is the photo you see to the left. With 500 words let the photo inspire me. I knew I wanted to do something with a child. A little girl. Then Jacob jumped up and down and told me he wanted to play. I can't resist the little guy either. Especially, when he told me Springy wanted to play too.
So I hope you enjoy a trip into another Snapshots' character's mind. Also, don't forget to check out the other participants and see their take on the prompt.
Look Springy, what’s that?
Springy barked and tilted his head in confusion.
A dot of red appeared among the white and blue. It floated and bobbed, drifting behind a cloud before reappearing. Jacob laughed when he realized it was an umbrella. Excitement bolted through him when another umbrella appeared, this one yellow. It joined the red umbrella, swirling around it. He giggled at the yellow umbrella’s silly dance. More umbrellas appeared. Some were red, others yellow and even dark blue.
Jacob scrambled to his feet. A yellow one dipped down and he grabbed the handle. It lifted him and Springy up to the others.
They danced among the clouds and with the umbrellas, dipping down and then flying back up. A cloud hovered under him and he let go of the umbrella. The cloud was soft and bouncy. He jumped up and grabbed a blue umbrella handle. It lifted him up and to another cloud. The speed at which he flew brought tears to his eyes. He squealed and laughed as he jumped onto another cloud. Springy came loose from under his arm and fell.
Wire clanged on cement floor. The toy his big brother made him out of a bedspring bounced out the door and into the hallway.
Jacob jumped off his bed. He rushed into the hallway and scooped Springy up. You’re okay, Springy.
He headed back into his room. Gray cement walls and ceiling surrounded him. He looked down at the piece of paper covered in red, yellow and blue. It was his last piece of paper. Keandra had taken it from the lab one day when Master wasn’t looking.
“Jacob, what’s wrong, buddy?”
Jacob turned to his big brother. A white strip of cloth was wrapped sideways to cover one eye. The uncovered eye was light blue. Like the sky, Jacob remembered. When Master took him out to find Big Brother, he had seen the sky. Seen the sun and clouds. But Master didn’t want to talk about the sky. He told Jacob to shut up and find Big Brother.
Big Brother might tell him though.
Jacob picked up his picture and showed it. Big Brother, can you tell me a story about the sky? Are clouds like cotton? Do they really turn into animals?