The ceiling fan wasn’t working and Jake was telling one of his interminable stories. There was no doubt he’d done a lot of traveling and adventuring in his day, but I’d never seen anyone so eager to flaunt it in the most unbelievable way.
“With all that seaweed wrapped up in our propellers,” he said. “We couldn’t go anywhere. We stuck there, with nothing at the bottom of the sea. You might say we were stuck.”
Maybe it was a mistake. But Chloe had been walking on a tightrope her whole life. Her parents’ kingdom prized that kind of elegant toe-stepping, and of all her siblings Chloe was the most skilled. Now she was walking that familiar “wire” again to familiar music. But it wasn’t all the same.
We confess. We are poor students and it’s mostly Wallie’s fault. A few summers ago when I was studying for that hideous demon of all tests, that HORROR of my existence, my little Impish friend had the best ideas for making study fun. To bolster our vocabulary, instead of reading we wrote a series of short scenes using words from our GRE study list. We drew pictures to visualize the–vocabulary.
To be fair, it was not the Verbal we failed.
One of our favorite fictions from this time of sweat and tears, frequently reread, involves two characters from the show and film “Dark Shadows.” How and why is little David forced to hide in Barnabas’s coffin-room? Good question. There are other questions, too. The answers I leave to your imagination.