Say Something Saturday - Take 2

This weeks assignment is as follows:

It's dusk on a warm summer evening.

You're walking down a tree-lined street in a lovely neighborhood.
As you pass a lovely two-story house, set back from the street as far as it can be, you see the legs of a child (boy? girl? you decide) hanging down from a tree.

Because you're omnipotent, you know this child has a bouquet of wilted flowers in one hand, a raw egg in the right pants pocket, and is very excited waiting for the neighbors to come home.

Why?
Why is s/he in the tree?
Why does s/he have a raw egg? Is it broken? Whole? What kind of flowers?
What happened all day to lead to the child waiting in the tree?

I feel generous. You can have up to 1000 words this week.

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Last night she had been so excited that she hardly got a wink of sleep. The day was finally here! She had been hoping against hope that this would happen every since the crotchety old neighbor lady had moved out of the farm house down the street a few months ago.

She had been eavesdropping on her mom and auntie for weeks now and she was almost certain that she had the complete report on the new neighbors. They were moving from the city to the country because the wife had some sort of "breakdown" and needed a calmer way of life. The dad was a hot shot for some big company down town, but had agreed to move to the country and endure the hour and a half daily commute for the wife's sake. They had three children: a baby boy, a 7 year old boy, and a 12 year old girl. It appeared that the mom stayed home with the children, who had already been enrolled at the local school.

What she found most exciting was the fact that they had a 12 year old daughter. They were the exact same age! Her rural neighborhood had almost no girls in it and the few they had were so immature. She was sure the new neighbors, since they were from the city, would be much more sophisticated. She was trembling with anticipation.

Earlier she had picked some beautiful daisies from her mom's very own flower garden and carefully wrapped her current most prized possession in a thick fluffy hand towel and shoved it deep into her pocket. She couldn't wait to show it to the new neighbor girl, who she was sure would be her new BFF. It was an egg she was trying to hatch on her own for her 4-H project this semester. Then she climbed up into her own private looking perch, the large oak tree in her front yard, and waited anxiously, a solitary welcome wagon, for the new neighbors to arrive.




Until next time . . .