His voice resonated in my head. So much I hated his whining, especially when he was right.... Again.
"I told you. I told you", his nagging voice was relentless. "I told you that if we kept going, eventually, we'd get to the edge of the world. And just like I told you, there'd be a fence to stop us from falling off. I told you. I told you. I told you..."
And in that moment, I loathed him more than ever. If I could have killed him, I would have. But what chance does a six year old girl have against her eight year old brother.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
That's fantastic, darling. The set up brought to mind (for me, at least) Hobbits and the like, so the last sentence just brought a giant smile to my face.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah, I can hear and see that happening. Fun!
ReplyDeletejanet
Oh dear.. those cruel little rascals... could grow into a life-time resentment.
ReplyDeleteDear Roger,
ReplyDeleteAdorable story. I didn't see that ending coming and I loved it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
When I was eight, with a six-year-old sister, I'm sure she would have tried or did try to kill me at times. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely. Great use of repetition within your 100 words. Really like this. :)
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