One sunny day in Clockton, 14-year-old Claire woke up her sister Fawn. Claire was a fairy while her 16-year-old sister Fawn had brown hair and was also a fairy.
"Come on, Fawn, wake up!" Claire urged her.
"What is so urgent that you have to wake me up, for gusts' sake?" Fawn grumbled as she awoke from her sleep.
"I lost my lucky wristwatch!"
Fawn looked as if Claire escaped from Loopy Lurch, Clockton's asylum. "You woke me up from a dream for a wristwatch?"
Claire gulped. "Yeeeeees..."
Fawn breathed in and out. "One...two...three...four...five..." She breathed in and out before saying, "Well, what are we waiting for? I mean, another than me getting dressed. Let's go find it!"
"For real?"
"Yeah. It's important to you, so it's important to me. I love you, little sis."
"I love you. Thank you, big sis."
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The Little Moments Matter, Too
Short StoryThis is the 1st creative writing collection I'm posting for the rest of the school year. Released monthly.
