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Drabble: Stop. Don't.
Nov. 26th, 2009 12:11 pmStop. Don’t.
Ty Lee’s father’s feet were as light as hers, and when she was little, she watched him hesitate, and draw them down, and keep his steps even, but didn’t know why.
Stop. Don’t.
Around her, her sisters followed his lead, and gazed at the sky with wistful smiles, and never left the ground, at least not where anyone could see.
Stop. Don’t.
Her mother always gave her father a puzzled look when he said that.
Stop. Don’t.
But Ty Lee dreamed she could fly and woke up sure she could. The air would never have let her fall.
Ty Lee’s father’s feet were as light as hers, and when she was little, she watched him hesitate, and draw them down, and keep his steps even, but didn’t know why.
Stop. Don’t.
Around her, her sisters followed his lead, and gazed at the sky with wistful smiles, and never left the ground, at least not where anyone could see.
Stop. Don’t.
Her mother always gave her father a puzzled look when he said that.
Stop. Don’t.
But Ty Lee dreamed she could fly and woke up sure she could. The air would never have let her fall.
