Twific Reviews: Prose for Pondering

It looks like my quote didn't inspire anyone to write me something for my birthday, but that's okay.

I took a few minutes to write the below little drizzle. Enjoy.

Pairing: Jasper / Alice

Rated: T

By: mcgt

What are you doing?

I sat on the ground staring up at the passing clouds trying to remember how to imagine them turning into bunnies and dragons. My imagination seemed to be lacking lately. Seeing my kid’s bottle of bubbles, I pulled one out and tried to blow the biggest bubble I could in one breath. I laughed each time the soapy mixture would blow up in my face, yet wasn’t dissuaded from another attempt.

“What are you doing?” Jasper called from the screen door.

“Blowing bubbles, what does it look like?” I laughed, blowing a stream of tiny bubbles in his direction.

“Uh, but the kids are sleeping, why are you blowing bubbles?”

“Just cause I felt like it.” And for the first time in ages, I felt light and youthful.

~00~

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For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what was making that God awful sound. Peeking my head into the backyard I watched as Jasper kicked the soccer ball repeatedly into our fence, a look of deep concentration across his face.

“Jazz, what are you doing?” I asked, honestly curious about why he felt the need to abuse our fence in such a manner.

“I’m trying to see how many times I can kick the ball in the same spot. So far my record is twenty times.” He sounded so proud of his made up accomplishment.

“Um, okay. Well, good luck with that.”

~00~

“Janie, see if you push down a little harder, the color is even brighter. You can shade Belle’s dress to show depth,” I explained, my daughter looked back at me blankly.

She wandered off and I continued coloring the picture of Beauty and the Beast that she’d picked out of the book. I was just about to finish adding some highlights to her shimmering gown when I heard a cough come from behind me.

“Ali, what are you doing?” The smirk on Jasper’s face told me he found my attention to Janie’s picture amusing.

“I’m coloring, duh. What did you think I was doing?” I replied, focusing my eyes back on the picture before turning it around to present my Crayola masterpiece to him.

“Great job, but don’t you think maybe Janie wanted to work on that?”

“She wandered off. I was just finishing it.” Shrugging slightly, I smiled broadly having forgotten how much I loved to color. Pulling another picture out of the book, I started over with a scene from Cinderella and her prince charming.

~00~

Pulling into the driveway, I caught a glimpse of my son’s kite flying in the backyard. Grabbing the groceries out of the car, I headed inside to put them away. It took me a few minutes to realize that Jackson was inside playing on his PSP and Janie was doting on her doll in the corner of the playroom.

Ducking my head outside, I saw Jasper flying the kite high into the air. “J. What are you doing?” I shouted out the backdoor.

“Flying Jack’s kite, why?”

“Just curious. The kids were inside so wasn’t sure why you were flying the kite when no one was outside with you.”

“They were both out here, but got bored, so went inside. The wind picked up, and I wanted to see how high I could get the kite to go without landing on our roof,” he replied, smiling boyishly and began winding the twine around the spool

When Jasper came back inside, I sat down beside him on the sofa.

“Hey Jazz?” I whispered, tucking myself further under his arm.

“Hmm?” He replied distractedly, scrolling through the Wii menu trying to find some game that Jackson wanted to play with him.

“Let’s never grow up.”

Leaning down, he kissed me softly and replied, “Never.”

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