Tuesday, November 23, 2004

latest excerpt

Addy jumped off the porch and rummaged around in the wood shed for a minute.

“Waterguns! Fifteen paces! Girls against boys!” Amber and Ads joined her on the ground, taking up their weapons expertly.

“Oh Mom, can’t I finish..?” She shot him full in the face with a stream of cold water. “Okay, that does it. Zeke, you better be a good shot, we will win this!” Jake jumped up and grabbed Zeke.

Addy politely tossed them their weapons and the teams stood back to back with Ads counting off the fifteen paces.

“Turn! Fire!” the little girl scampered over to her grandmother’s side and started shooting water at the other team. “Take no prisoners!”

Zeke was shocked at the savagery the child was displaying so he missed the fact that Addy and Amber were both aiming directly at him. They soaked him in seconds, he never had a chance.

Meanwhile Ads and Jake were chasing each other around the pickup; Ads hiding and jumping out at him, a stream of water tagging him each time.

Shaking his head, Zeke started walking toward Addy, gun at the ready. “You asked for this, ma’am.” Speaking in his worst John Wayne imitation he opened fire, continuing toward her.

Amber joined Ads in soaking Jake and Addy stood her ground against the onslaught of Zeke’s attack.

Suddenly Ads screamed; “Stop! Make it stop! It burns! GRAMMY!!!!”

All gunplay stopped as the adults ran to see what was causing the little girl to scream so.

As they rounded the pickup, the child soaked all of them with the last bit of water in her gun and said, “I win!”

“Oh Ads, we should know that trick by now!” They all took careful aim at Ads and her blue eyes got even bigger.

“Grammy, I won.”

“We still have water.”

“I won.”

“You ran out of water, we won.”

“Okay, shoot me,” she held her arms out and started twirling around and around. Four streams of water met above her head and rained down on her. “Ooooo, that felt good!” The water ran out quickly and they put the guns away in the shed.

“Time for cakes!” Ads skipped up the steps. “May I have the biggest piece, please Grammy?”

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