“Ah, no place to play like the rain!” Emma-claire sighed as she sank onto the rusty, old merry-go-round lion in the gold leaf park.”Come push me!”she called to J.R, who was standing in the shadows under the weeping willow tree 2 yards away, watching in amusement.
“Hold on tight,” he said in her ear a split second later, as the merry-go-round became invisible with speed and her open mouth produced no sounds untill 5 seconds later, when the lion was completely at rest other than the chips of paint, melting with the rain drops floating down to kiss the earth, leaving behind a big,silver cat , could J.R. and Emma-claire hear her screams of delight fading away softly,like her breath on a window pane.
“I’m hardly even wet,” she pouted playfully.
“Sorry.”He replied with a “what-do-you-expect”
shrug and a heart stopping,time freezing, is-it-just-me-or-did-the-world-just-go-funny smile.
“Well then I know what to do” she said as she led him over to a soft patch of grass, where she laid down resting - GO TO SEQEL