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writetomyheart2019-04-30 10:17 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-04-30 10:17 pm
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[team two] follow through
I’m sorry this is a day late—I was so tired I couldn’t post anything yesterday. I found this that I wrote for sonic but never posted, so I might as well post that instead of a skip, especially since I can start with anything since our whole team skipped. This was written with the first words from complicating things.
“Do you want to come inside?”
Mike shifts his weight from one leg to the other, the sole of his right shoe making a muffled grating as the sand on the front step beneath his feet shifts.
“Sure, Mr. Miller,” he says, smiling politely. Rudy’s father waves him on into the sitting room, the interior cool and shady after the bright summer glare. Mike glances around, but apart from the cat sitting on a windowsill, tail swishing lazily, the house seems empty.
“Where’s Rudy?” Mike asks, smoothing a hand over the velvet of the sofa. “He said to come over.”
Rudy’s father emerges from the kitchen, plate of tea sandwiches in one hand and a pitcher of iced tea in the other. There's a bright clink as the base of the pitcher taps the top of the end table. He takes the upside-down glass off the top of the pitcher and pours the tea, ice cubes clattering as they collide and fall.
“Rudy stepped out for a moment but mentioned you'd be coming,” his father says, passing Mike the glass of iced tea and gesturing towards the sandwiches. “I think he mentioned something about the library.”
Mike nods, reaching for a sandwich. He has his mouth full of mustard and cucumber on rye when he hears the sound of a door opening, further down the hallway.
“Hello, Mike,” Rudy’s mother says, snagging a sandwich from the play before she sits on the sofa across from him. He notices her give her husband a glance and a nod, before the cat jumps off the windowsill to nudge at her leg.
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“Do you want to come inside?”
Mike shifts his weight from one leg to the other, the sole of his right shoe making a muffled grating as the sand on the front step beneath his feet shifts.
“Sure, Mr. Miller,” he says, smiling politely. Rudy’s father waves him on into the sitting room, the interior cool and shady after the bright summer glare. Mike glances around, but apart from the cat sitting on a windowsill, tail swishing lazily, the house seems empty.
“Where’s Rudy?” Mike asks, smoothing a hand over the velvet of the sofa. “He said to come over.”
Rudy’s father emerges from the kitchen, plate of tea sandwiches in one hand and a pitcher of iced tea in the other. There's a bright clink as the base of the pitcher taps the top of the end table. He takes the upside-down glass off the top of the pitcher and pours the tea, ice cubes clattering as they collide and fall.
“Rudy stepped out for a moment but mentioned you'd be coming,” his father says, passing Mike the glass of iced tea and gesturing towards the sandwiches. “I think he mentioned something about the library.”
Mike nods, reaching for a sandwich. He has his mouth full of mustard and cucumber on rye when he hears the sound of a door opening, further down the hallway.
“Hello, Mike,” Rudy’s mother says, snagging a sandwich from the play before she sits on the sofa across from him. He notices her give her husband a glance and a nod, before the cat jumps off the windowsill to nudge at her leg.
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