Saturday, 11 January 2014

Chatterbox-- January.

You know, something I've been noticing is that a lot of my posts I start with "okay." Looking back, the last TEN posts start with "Okay." Just a weird thing I guess I fallen into a habit of doing. :P

Anyway, it is time for January's (Happy New Year, everyone!) Chatterbox at Rachel's Blog. The theme for this month: Food. Yummy! :)



The wagon bed hurt her back. And there was a fly on her nose. A dead one. Natalie sat up and frowned. She didn't usually complain this much, even if it was only in her head. Besides, it was afternoon, and afternoons were usually too beautiful to complain through. Ma's complaining must be getting to her.

Peering through the canvas of the hood of the wagon, she looked out at Zach a bit enviously, walking beside Ginger in the cool breeze, the wind ruffling his hair, the warm sun caressing his neck....

Natalie wrinkled her nose. In reality there was no breeze, and the sun was baking down upon the dry grass. Zach looked hardly pleased with the way the heat was making his sweat-drenched shirt stick to him but it must be better out there than it was in the wagon bed.

Natalie turned to Ma. "Ma, may I get out and walk with Zach?"

Ma lifted the cloth she had over her eyes and looked at her. "Very well. But wear you bonnet." She replaced and cloth and sat back with a little moan that Natalie was sure was just theatrics.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you." Natalie scrambled out of the wagon, pulling her bonnet over her head. Creeping up behind Zach, who was plodding gloomily along, scratching a mosquito bite, she leapt up suddenly, clamping a hand over his mouth.

She had been trying to make him think she was an attacking Indian, but he knew it was her. Maybe it was because she was so small. Reacvhing behind him without so much as a start of surprise, Zach pulled her off his back and around his side. She dropped on the ground in front of him and they began to walk.

"You didn't fool me," Zach remarked after they had walked a little ways.

Natalie pouted. "I never do."

Zach grinned. "Of course not. I'm older."

"That makes no sense," sniffed Natalie.

"Too bad. Anyway, it would be hard for anyone to think you were an attacking Indian. That is what you were trying to be, right?"

"Yes," admitted Natalie.

Zach shook his head. "You're too small. Try to pretend and be something... smaller. Like a bunny."

He was teasing her now and she smiled. "A bunny. How nice. Maybe I should be a frog."

He shook his head again. "Naw. You won't find many frogs on the prairie."

She looked out over the flat plain. "I wish we had a bunny here right now." They were so cute, with their little ears, and tiny pink noses!

Zach liked his lips. "Mmm, me too! Do you like them best fried or roasted?"

"ZACH!"

He laughed. "Alright then, what do you wish you could be eating right now?"

"Ummmmm...... a big bowl of ice cream!"

He groaned. "Ooh, you're making me hungry!"

"With a plate of apple dumplings to go with it," she continued impishly. "And a big hunk of cheese!"

"You certainly are one to talk about food in a way that makes a man want to eat it!" Zach said, looking hungrily at his hands as if they would suddenly hold the wanted treats.

Natalie snorted. "A man! Hah!"

He made a face. "I'm seventeen! That's man enough!"

"Well, Mr. Seventeen Year Old Man, you'd better start acting like a man! Then maybe Pa will treat you more like one!"

His face suddenly lost the light it had been carrying during the first part of their conversation and he turned a little away.

Natalie's own smile faded. "Oh Zach, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything." She took his hand and squeezed it.

After a moment he smiled and squeezed back. "That's alright. Now, what would you have with you ice cream, dumplings and cheese?"

"A big plate of roast beef!"

"Sounds wonderful."

~Home on the Frontier.









4 comments:

Jack said...

A Pioneer story! It has been so long since I've read one, even a snippet! Very well done! It made me feel like I was in a wagon train again.

Molly said...

Jack: Thanks! Were you ever in a wagon train? I would love to be in one; it sounds like so much fun! Sink Me! I'm a poet, and you did not know it! Well, you probably still *don't* know it, since that wasn't the cleverest of rhymes. :D

Katherine Sophia said...

I love seeing new stories with these link-ups. XD And aw, you make me miss my western stories... :D I love those with siblings who are friends, and these two sound fun.

Molly said...

Katherine Sophia: Thanks for reading my snippet! :) I love writing about siblings who have strong relationships. :D