Prompt #09: Mistletoe
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Ary ran as fast as his legs could take him and as quickly as he could without his lungs being depleted of oxygen. Let’s face it, he was
never, ever going to be decent at athletics. This was something he already knew even at ten years old. He dived behind a tall and magnificent tree that stood on the Reserve. His chest heaved with the short effort of running but he was listening hard for Bryony.
“Ary! Where ares you?”
The guy wasn’t silly. He knew better than to answer.
“It promise I won’ts makes you kiss me!”
Again… he wasn’t going to fall for that, Bry! If her intention was not to make him kiss her, even on the cheek, why had she been trying to hold it over their heads?
“Founds you!”
Ary started and almost had a panic attack when he found himself looking back at Bry.
“No, you didn’ts!” he shouted and took off running again.
Bry was going to be the death of him, if running didn’t finish him off first.
