We keep moving forward with the Challenge. Are we still having fun?
P is for Peter Parker, The Amazing Spiderman.
Since we established back with K is for Kal-El that it's not a stretch to use real names, we should have no debate over the use of Spiderman's real name. Especially since Spiderman has revealed his true identity to the world in the comics.
It's such a crazy moment, standing in front of the media, and taking off the mask.
Still not sure how I feel about that one.
All right. It's Wednesday, and time for sharing with the rest of the class. What I thought I would do is add to Jaycee's Lucky 7 meme from Sunday, maybe to help world-build that piece for you. This section comes directly before the seven lines from Sunday, which I've also re-pasted here for continuity purposes.
Michael was sitting on his butt, his legs crossed in front of him, and the skinny dog laying in his lap. I had never actually seen an animal be so friendly with a human. It was actually nice to see, but I didn’t have much time.
“Michael,” I said, my voice still pitched low, but urgent. “We need to get inside. It’s going to be dark soon.”
“Okay,” he breathed in response.
Slowly, Michael shifted positions, but the dog didn’t react much, and just stayed laying in Michael’s arms as he carried it into the building. While Michael sat with the animal, I started making a small fire in a metal garbage can. It had barely caught when the light outside went out. I added a few pages from the broken books I had stacked nearby to help it get going more. After a few moments, the fire had caught enough that I could turn my attention to sealing the place up. It didn’t take long. The windows had been boarded up for a while, so I moved a few things to barricade the door. All things being equal, the two room building was pretty well secured.
“That’s it,” I said as I sat down on the floor near the garbage can fire.
In the flickering light, I could see Michael leaning against the wall, a blanket draped over his lap, and the dog curled up in his arms. It was letting Michael pet it gently, and I could see its glazed eyes opening and closing as it fell asleep. I realized then that Michael was humming to it. A barely audible whisper of a hum, but he was definitely humming low to the creature. His own eyes seemed to be mimicking the dog’s.
I whispered across the fire to him as I dropped a few more pages of the broken books into the flames. “We should be good to both get some rest tonight. The doors and windows are secured. If someone tries to get in, we’ll hear them long before they actually do.”In my sleepy haze, I thought I heard someone crying. For a moment, I thought it was myself, but I didn’t feel sad. I could still hear it when I drifted back to sleep.
Michael nodded to me, and closed his eyes without another word. I watched him for a while in the flickering firelight. There was a content smile on his face. It made me relax, and somewhere inside of me actually felt a twinge of happiness watching the two of them. By the time I fell asleep, the fire had almost burned out completely. It was the first peaceful sleep I’d had in a long time.
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Light was streaming in through the open door when I finally woke up. Looking at my watch, I thought it had stopped, but upon closer inspection, the second hand was still moving forward. If it was correct, it had been daytime for a good two hours already. Stepping outside into the light, Michael was sitting next to a mound of freshly tilled earth.
Have a great day, everyone.
*License: I took all of these pictures.
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