Title
:: The new toy
Words
:: 169
Birthday
Drabble Count
:: 6/42
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Cherry red and sparkling under the sun, the miniature lightflyer buzzed over their heads, dancing along the lines of clouds framing the skies above them with agile turns and graceful swoops. Silver glints dashed through the clearing each time the light hit the small craft a particular way, the crimson streak drawing awed sighs from both boys as they alternately guided it through the air, the admiring silence broken further only by the sound of the engine propelling the airborne toy at increasingly high speeds.
The sudden swerve to the right was both unexpected and damning. The dive was perfect however, a downward plunge towards the ground, gravity laying down its claim on the toy without forgiveness or forbearance.
The look of the bride as she gazed over the ruined wedding cake, frosting covering her and the stunned groom from nearly head to toe in a delicate splatter pattern showed no mercy at all.
Miles and Ivan wisely decided a retreat was by far the better part of valor.