Santalune Forest
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Ladies and gents, I present to you: a story that took me like 10 minutes to make and then an absurd amount of time to edit. I rather like it, so here ya go. -Santalune
This was the most important pre-school game Simon had ever participated in, even if he wasn't five years old. He walked as fast as he could through the freezing rain. Searching frantically around the playground, Simon began calling out his little brother's name. "Jason?" he asked the park. All quiet. "Jason?" his voice grew louder now. He hadn't played enough with his little brother in the past, so he had no idea where he would think to hide. "Jason?!" he yelled as loud as he could this time, his voice getting hoarse. He was growing worried.
He investigated the monkey bars, then the sandbox, and then finally a plastic red and yellow slide. He could've sworn he saw something under the tiny slide, so he cautiously moved closer to get a better look. Sitting in the shadow of the playground equipment was Simon's five year old brother, soaking wet from the rain. In his hands, he was clutching a small wooden box.
"…Jason?" he asked, quieter now, almost a whisper.
The boy looked up at his brother urgently, as if he was about to ask an incredibly important question. Simon just hugged him. "It'll be okay."
This was the most important pre-school game Simon had ever participated in, even if he wasn't five years old. He walked as fast as he could through the freezing rain. Searching frantically around the playground, Simon began calling out his little brother's name. "Jason?" he asked the park. All quiet. "Jason?" his voice grew louder now. He hadn't played enough with his little brother in the past, so he had no idea where he would think to hide. "Jason?!" he yelled as loud as he could this time, his voice getting hoarse. He was growing worried.
He investigated the monkey bars, then the sandbox, and then finally a plastic red and yellow slide. He could've sworn he saw something under the tiny slide, so he cautiously moved closer to get a better look. Sitting in the shadow of the playground equipment was Simon's five year old brother, soaking wet from the rain. In his hands, he was clutching a small wooden box.
"…Jason?" he asked, quieter now, almost a whisper.
The boy looked up at his brother urgently, as if he was about to ask an incredibly important question. Simon just hugged him. "It'll be okay."
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