The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 10
Pen Name: Paralighter4ever
Word Count: 451
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Renesmee was running, giggling, and I was chasing her through the forest. For a 4- year-old, she was fast! I felt tired already, but I had to be sure she was safe.
"I'm gonna get you, Nessie! Where's the baby?" I sang teasingly.
"I'm not a baby, I'm a big girl!" she yelled, and she walked out, with her hands on her hips. I held in my smile. She looked just like her mother when she did that.
"Oh really now? You're not a baby? Why did you run away, then?" I kneeled down to her level. "Are you still mad at me? Hmm?" She sniffled and put her head down.
"Yes. You hurt my feelings," she pouted.
I smiled sadly and used my finger to raise her chin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. But when Mommy tells you to listen to me, you must listen. But that doesn't mean I don't like you. I love you, very, very much. Do you still love me, too?"
She sniffled again and nodded. She toddled over to me and wrapped her little arms around my neck. "I love you again, Daddy." She mumbled.
I smiled and rocked her from side to side, kissing her curly locks.
I stood up, lifted her up, and turned around. She pointed to a red well hiding amongst a big bush. We walked carefully around it, just to see if it was safe enough for my young daughter. I took a peek inside the well and it was bone dry, the walls cracked and smeared with green moss. The outside of the well was bricked with red and brown, but still looked usable. I set Nessie down. How long had this been here? Why was it here? Was it anyone's? All of these questions turned in my head while Nessie walked curiously around the well, feeling the brick against her little fingers. She jumped when she saw the well's handle above her head, and reached up to turn it.
I grabbed her hand gently, saying, "No, Nessie, it may be filled with nasty germs and stuff. Don't touch."
She said, "Sorry."
I sighed and pulled the handle, but it didn't turn. I tried again harder, but still wouldn't budge. I frowned.
"Daddy, it's broken?" Nessie asked, pulling on my leg.
"I don't know, baby. It's old, though."
My daughter hugged my leg, making me stumble a bit. "What do we do with it?" she asked.
I rubbed her head and held her close. "Let's talk to Mommy about it first, before we do anything, ok?"
"'Kay." She nodded, and I lifted her up so we could go back home.