brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-19 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 100 prompts, char: marlene mckinnon, game: mad world |
100 Prompts: #18, Laugh (Marlene McKinnon)
Title: Mud Fights and Laughter
Characters: Marlene McKinnon and Alain Bonheur
Setting: summer 1967, the Bonheur summer residence in France
Word Count: 384
Summary: Marlene and her cousin Alain are having some childhood fun.
Rating: G
Author's Note: For the 100 Prompts #18: Laugh, as requested by khushalecki
Seven-year-old Marly crinkled her nose at the huge wad of mud that her cousin Alain offered her. Both children were already quite coated with mud. It had rained all the previous week, and after having been cooped up inside the whole time, they had managed to evade the Bonheur family's nanny -- who was busy right now with Madilynn, Monica, and Emma anyway -- and gotten outside to play. Of course, where there was rain, there was mud. "Bet you cannot hit your window," Alain repeated, teasing. Marly wasn't quite sure which window on the house was hers, but after peering at the house, she could just make out the ruffled blue curtains that were in the guest room where Marlene always stayed (last year she'd complained that they were pink and had lace, so her aunt and uncle had changed them). "Nuh-uh! I can hit it!" Marly stuck her tongue out at her cousin. Just because he was older didn't mean he was better. "I can do anything!" She held out her hand and Alain dumped the mud into her hand. It was gooey and started slipping through her fingers. Biting down on her lower lip, Marlene pulled the hand gripping the mud back, then threw it as hard as she could at the house. The mud splattered against her window and the stone around it. "YES! I AM THE CHAMPION!" Marly yelled, throwing her arms up in the air like a V for Victory. "MARLENE EFFIE MCKINNON!" A voice yelled from the back door to the villa. "ALAIN HUBERT BONHEUR!" Both Marly and Alain froze where they were. It was Alain's father. "Run!" Alain yelled. Marly and Alain both took off running for the nearby trees, their bare feet slipping in the muddy grass. Their laughter trailed behind them, reaching back to the house where Charles Bonheur stood, shaking his head. He wasn't going to get his clothes and shoes muddy chasing after them. But as soon as they returned to the house -- which they would, if they wanted supper -- they were going to be cleaning off the side of the house. Marly and Alain knew that they were in trouble, but they didn't care. Summers were the time for them to have fun, to be carefree, and to laugh. |