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shatterverse2008-03-13 02:37 pm
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Thanks to Will, Bridgette has a box of crayons and is putting them to good use.
She's lying on her tummy in the Cooper living room, drawing. A few pictures are scattered around: a blonde-haired girl riding a green and red horse with a huge blue horn. A big tree with black, jagged leaves (or are they birds?), with large red lumps underneath it. Something that might be a lizard, striped and spotted with every colour in the crayon box, floating on a cloud. A man in a green hat with his hand on the shoulder of a young boy with bright red hair. A rainbow.
She's staring thoughtfully at a blank sheet of paper. Possibly the artist does not mind being interrupted.
She's lying on her tummy in the Cooper living room, drawing. A few pictures are scattered around: a blonde-haired girl riding a green and red horse with a huge blue horn. A big tree with black, jagged leaves (or are they birds?), with large red lumps underneath it. Something that might be a lizard, striped and spotted with every colour in the crayon box, floating on a cloud. A man in a green hat with his hand on the shoulder of a young boy with bright red hair. A rainbow.
She's staring thoughtfully at a blank sheet of paper. Possibly the artist does not mind being interrupted.
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The flicker gets a confused stare from Bridgette, but only for a moment - she has many more issues to deal with now.
"Okay, Bridge, okay," Marie whispers as she clings.
"'M sorry, really sorry...." Bridgette sobs.
Marie is three. She will always be three, and will never understand why her sister is sorry.