The Laughing Spirit

The Laughing Spirit

A Chapter by Michael J. Richards

Its voice danced around her, flitting back and forth. You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me. Frustration had not hit her yet, and she was still amused by the simple innocence of the spirit. You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!

“Come now,” she called, “I just want to see the book!”

You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!

She laughed, “I bet I can!”

You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!

Now she held up her hand, creating a perch. An invisible weight settled on it and she tightened her hand. “You see, I did catch you.”

You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!

“But I just did!”

No, you didn’t!

The frustration finally came out in irritation at the laughing spirit. “Give it to me. Now.”

You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!

“You’re right. I can’t.” And with a flick of her wrist, all that was left was red on the floor and a book beside the puddle.



© 2010 Michael J. Richards


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Michael J. Richards
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I'm 17, and write poetry. Yes, I'm a guy. Yes, I write poetry. Something wrong with that? I don't like sports very much, but I do swim when I can find time. I play violin, guitar, and piano...I'.. more..

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