“You saved my life!” The sheets shriek when Ana pulls at the pile to reveal the flushed face of her little sister.
“It was an accident, I assure you.” She drawls, dropping the sheet to cover the face again. “What are you even doing?”
The pile moves into a seated position, shifting until her little sister’s head emerges from its depths. “It’s fort time! We’re working on the blue prints. The engineering held strong until you switched on the ceiling fan and then it all came tumbling down. Bear lost a leg and Suzie may never recover but I’ve escaped unscratched and ready to build another day.”
“Right,” Ana says then starts pulling at one sheet then another, bunching them up into separate piles.
“What are you doing?” Her sister screams. She grabs at one sheet and then another, all slip through her tiny fingers. “You’re destroying my world! That’s the draw bridge – no, not the kitchens. You save my life only to take it all away. You monster! The horror! Not Bear’s tower, Bear needs his tower. All see, Ana the Horrific!”
Ana snorts and reaches for the sheet, beginning to fold. Her little sister stomps over until her feet hit Ana’s knees.
“We will avenge our lands, Ana the Horrific.” She bends low and tries to meet Ana’s eyes. “Of this we swear it.”
A head appears in the doorframe to their right; their mother’s smile is tired but still reaches her eyes. “Everything all right in here?”
Her little sister snarls and throws herself onto the carpet. “Ana the Horrific!”
“Yup,” Ana replies, meeting her mother’s eye as they both pointedly ignore her little sister. “Almost done with the laundry.”
Inspired by: Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 27