Soleil
They are trying to build an addition to their blanket fort when their father’s voice drifts upstairs. Soleil pauses in her attempt to fling the blanket over the shoddy framework they’d made, having tried unsuccessfully to coordinate a throw that would open up the blanket instead of leaving it caught and folded.
Turning wide amber eyes to her twin’s matching ones, Soleil makes a nervous face. “Uh oh. We didn’t do anything, right?” Picking her brain as if she could have forgotten some mischievous deed that would award belated punishment.
Dropping the blanket and grabbing her brother’s hand, Sol traipses down the stairs, expression uncertain but obedient. “Are we in trouble?” she blurts immediately, unable to bear the worry for more than the span of a minute or two that had already transpired.
Turning wide amber eyes to her twin’s matching ones, Soleil makes a nervous face. “Uh oh. We didn’t do anything, right?” Picking her brain as if she could have forgotten some mischievous deed that would award belated punishment.
Dropping the blanket and grabbing her brother’s hand, Sol traipses down the stairs, expression uncertain but obedient. “Are we in trouble?” she blurts immediately, unable to bear the worry for more than the span of a minute or two that had already transpired.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
