Thursday, 21 July 2011

story 1.5

Paper was flung out of the letterbox with no regard to tidiness or ownership.

Bobbi's head popped out again. "Say, stranger, you're right. My bed does feel comfier now."

"My pleasure." Cat1 toggled his flight controls so his ship made a gracious bow. "Well, kid, how goes? Got what you need?"

Atilla beamed with happiness. "Yes! I'm going to take all this to my mum. She'll be so pleased with all her mail."

Young Atilla carefully gathered the scattered pieces of paper: colourful catalogs, rectangular envelopes, plastic-coated advertising. There was an awful lot and they overflowed his small hands.

Being an enterprising little fellow, he tucked some under his arms, some in the elastic waistband of his trousers, and more under his chin.

"Thank you," he said politely to the two strangers.

Cat1 waggled his craft. "My pleasure. See you around." He zoomed off into the blue yonder.

"Likewise," yawned Bobbi. "Anytime." She lowered the lid of her bedroom, and a discrete snoring emanated shortly after.

Feeling very pleased with his achievements, Atilla entered his home and proudly presented his prize to his mother.

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