13 Jan 2019, 21:37
Aunt Burnele?
A girl wearing a red sweater, skinny jeans, and a paint-splotched baseball cap jumped off a large, purple, triple-decker bus with a tall, kindeyed woman. They both wore a concerned face and sad eyes. They raced inside the tall sleek building and stood in the doorway of an imbosably crowded lobby full of weeping families, rickety wheel-chairs, and wounded or sick people. They squeezed through the crowd uttering mutiple 'sorries' and 'excuse mes'. They eventually reached the counter where an eldrerly woman sat muttering and writing. She had an air about her and she looked quite bossy with her pulled tight bun, pale and thin face, and golden specticles.
"Burnele Barns," the girl's mother blotted out to the stick-thin woman.
"Pardon me," the lady asked in a high, bone shivering voice. Not exactly the kind of voice you want to hear when you come to vist your sick friends and family, the girl pointtedout to herself.
"I said: Burnele Barns, we are here to see Burnele Barns. Might you be able to point us in the right direction? Please, its my sister," the girl's mother said in a soft voice.
"Oh, her! She is on the third floor twenty-second door," the woman declared staring at them with her eagle like eyes.
"Thank you," the young girl replied with a heart melting smile. Her mother wisked her away and up the towering steps they rocketed. The little girl(only being five) went slower then her mother even thogh she enheirited her long fast legs. The kind mother swept the poor child up in her arms and ascended the remaining steps.
When they finally arrived, they were out of breath but that didn't stop them. They ran past each door the young girl counting the number on each one. Finally they reached the room that said in blazing gold lettering: 22.
They opened the oak door and steped inside to see a red-head woman smiling. Usually the woman would be joking, laughing, and covered in smiles(and the ocaisional green tea.) The young girl wimpered to see her aunt sick and lying in bed. She had Dragon-Pox a well done but deadly cold. The little girl raced to the bed and, with som effort, climbed up and sat next to her aunt. She had already had Dragon-Pox so she was ok, but her aunt never before had had it. The healer and the girl's mother talked. Apparently she was already better but she was still weak. After an hour long chat and millions of hugs, the little girls mother anounced it was time to go. Before they left, her aunt called out,"Avery, come here." The girl did and was handed a small peice of enchanted coal that would never stop keeping warm.
"I want you to have it so you never forget me and it will keep you arm always."
"I don't need anything to remember you Aunt Burnele," Avery said with a little tear running down her cheek. Then she left and to this day Avery always kept it in her pocket for warmth.
"Burnele Barns," the girl's mother blotted out to the stick-thin woman.
"Pardon me," the lady asked in a high, bone shivering voice. Not exactly the kind of voice you want to hear when you come to vist your sick friends and family, the girl pointtedout to herself.
"I said: Burnele Barns, we are here to see Burnele Barns. Might you be able to point us in the right direction? Please, its my sister," the girl's mother said in a soft voice.
"Oh, her! She is on the third floor twenty-second door," the woman declared staring at them with her eagle like eyes.
"Thank you," the young girl replied with a heart melting smile. Her mother wisked her away and up the towering steps they rocketed. The little girl(only being five) went slower then her mother even thogh she enheirited her long fast legs. The kind mother swept the poor child up in her arms and ascended the remaining steps.
When they finally arrived, they were out of breath but that didn't stop them. They ran past each door the young girl counting the number on each one. Finally they reached the room that said in blazing gold lettering: 22.
They opened the oak door and steped inside to see a red-head woman smiling. Usually the woman would be joking, laughing, and covered in smiles(and the ocaisional green tea.) The young girl wimpered to see her aunt sick and lying in bed. She had Dragon-Pox a well done but deadly cold. The little girl raced to the bed and, with som effort, climbed up and sat next to her aunt. She had already had Dragon-Pox so she was ok, but her aunt never before had had it. The healer and the girl's mother talked. Apparently she was already better but she was still weak. After an hour long chat and millions of hugs, the little girls mother anounced it was time to go. Before they left, her aunt called out,"Avery, come here." The girl did and was handed a small peice of enchanted coal that would never stop keeping warm.
"I want you to have it so you never forget me and it will keep you arm always."
"I don't need anything to remember you Aunt Burnele," Avery said with a little tear running down her cheek. Then she left and to this day Avery always kept it in her pocket for warmth.
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