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Honey, It's Hot
Jul. 15th, 2011 03:10 pmPrompt from stayintheroom. Pick three words. Words are living, three, bound.
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"It's hot, Mom."
Elena put her sticky hand on Bianca's knee, leaning her head down for a moment before giving up and falling spread-eagle on the floor. It was hot. Bianca didn't know how much longer the window box air conditioner would last, or how long it and the fans would be enough to stave off the heat.
"Take us to the pool."
"Jackson, please ask politely. We don't demand things, do we?"
He pulled a face. "Mother please won't you take us to the pool." Hardly an effort, his eyes hard, leaning against the wall and not meeting her frown. Summer was hard, but she could and should be thankful for things like Jackson not seeming to have any urge to join the boys that rode bikes down the street, throwing fireworks at dogs, or the group they always passed (Jackson, with a cool nod) lingering outside the grocery store.
"The pool costs money, Jack." Bianca leaned down and tucked at Elena's hair, pieces wet and clinging to her neck. "I think for the moment you're stuck here with us, at least until another payday."
"Money is dumb," Elena sighed against the tile.
"Not arguing with you there, honey."
"Can we at least run in the sprinkler?" Jackson beat out a staccato rhythm with his fists on the wall.
It was a solid plan. "Go get your suits." Bianca smiled, feeling for once, a little less tied up in circumstance.
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"It's hot, Mom."
Elena put her sticky hand on Bianca's knee, leaning her head down for a moment before giving up and falling spread-eagle on the floor. It was hot. Bianca didn't know how much longer the window box air conditioner would last, or how long it and the fans would be enough to stave off the heat.
"Take us to the pool."
"Jackson, please ask politely. We don't demand things, do we?"
He pulled a face. "Mother please won't you take us to the pool." Hardly an effort, his eyes hard, leaning against the wall and not meeting her frown. Summer was hard, but she could and should be thankful for things like Jackson not seeming to have any urge to join the boys that rode bikes down the street, throwing fireworks at dogs, or the group they always passed (Jackson, with a cool nod) lingering outside the grocery store.
"The pool costs money, Jack." Bianca leaned down and tucked at Elena's hair, pieces wet and clinging to her neck. "I think for the moment you're stuck here with us, at least until another payday."
"Money is dumb," Elena sighed against the tile.
"Not arguing with you there, honey."
"Can we at least run in the sprinkler?" Jackson beat out a staccato rhythm with his fists on the wall.
It was a solid plan. "Go get your suits." Bianca smiled, feeling for once, a little less tied up in circumstance.
