The Laughing SpiritA Chapter by Michael J. RichardsIts 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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Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorMichael J. RichardsAboutI'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..Writing
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