[Granted, it was kind of pretty. The occasional twinkle of stardust(?) in an otherwise perpetual darkness. Like fireflies. Except, whenever she reached out with one hand to touch it, it burst into a million dandelion-like petals of light. But the novelty wore off after the third of fourth time--she'd already lost count--and even the weightlessness got old pretty fast.]
[After all, it wasn't like she couldn't normally fly. When she...you know...actually had somewhere to fly to.]
This isn't some sort of Peter Pan reference, is it? [More stardust seemed to fly from her mouth, illuminating every word.] Because, I have to say...that whole Second Star to the Right business? Not that helpful.
Prompt 19: The Bouncy Castle
[If anyone asked, she simply got lost on her way to Neverland. Blame the directions.]
[Laughter escaped the fourteen-year-old as she sat cross-legged on the floor, which was lightly bouncing from the movement of the giant balloon animals occasionally strolling by. Her hair was a lost cause, the ends sticking up from residual static electricity. Not that she seemed to mind all that much, as the majority of her focus was on the two plastic balls in her hand. She'd "liberated" them from the ball pit earlier, and was currently juggling the pair of them one-handed. One of the many sleight-of-hand tricks her father had taught her as a little girl.]
So many jokes.
Such an air-headed audience.
[A small balloon dog bounced on by, barking on cue.]
no subject
[Her boredom was bored.]
[Granted, it was kind of pretty. The occasional twinkle of stardust(?) in an otherwise perpetual darkness. Like fireflies. Except, whenever she reached out with one hand to touch it, it burst into a million dandelion-like petals of light. But the novelty wore off after the third of fourth time--she'd already lost count--and even the weightlessness got old pretty fast.]
[After all, it wasn't like she couldn't normally fly. When she...you know...actually had somewhere to fly to.]
This isn't some sort of Peter Pan reference, is it? [More stardust seemed to fly from her mouth, illuminating every word.] Because, I have to say...that whole Second Star to the Right business? Not that helpful.
Prompt 19: The Bouncy Castle
[If anyone asked, she simply got lost on her way to Neverland. Blame the directions.]
[Laughter escaped the fourteen-year-old as she sat cross-legged on the floor, which was lightly bouncing from the movement of the giant balloon animals occasionally strolling by. Her hair was a lost cause, the ends sticking up from residual static electricity. Not that she seemed to mind all that much, as the majority of her focus was on the two plastic balls in her hand. She'd "liberated" them from the ball pit earlier, and was currently juggling the pair of them one-handed. One of the many sleight-of-hand tricks her father had taught her as a little girl.]
So many jokes.
Such an air-headed audience.
[A small balloon dog bounced on by, barking on cue.]
You said it, boy. ... or girl?