My apologies again for such a short blurb today. This was more of a distraction for me today, and a much needed one. But it kept me writing even though I'm taking a few days off from anything major.

Thank you Karla for the Spanish translations. You're awesome bb MWAH!

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): T

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Prompt: Use the Following Words: Sand, priest, shovel, crinkle, yellow

When I fell in love with the idea of becoming an archeologist and through all my years in school, I imagined long days with a shovel, but I hadn't counted on the relentless sand in my boots. Sitting down on a rock, I unlaced and removed them, turning them upside down to empty it when the sound of laughing children caught my attention.

"Padre! Padre!"

I tapped my shoe on the rock and glanced up, seeing a group of young kids running toward an approaching man, calling to him. He crouched down on them, and immediately was knocked to the ground by their excited force.

The collar around his neck told me that he was a priest or a religious man of some sort, but he was definitely not a native. His skin was pale, his hair was an odd bronze color; definitely not a Mexico native at all.

And seeing him uncaringly laying on the ground, watching his eyes crinkle when he smiled and laughed as the children climbed on him; it was a sight to behold.

"Padre, quiere jugar fut con nosotros?" one of the little boys asked, looking down at him with his hands the man's chest.

"A lo mejor después de cenar," he replied, tapping the boy on the nose with his finger and then lifting him up to stand as he pushed off the ground himself.

"Ándele, un ratito," a little girl at his side pleaded, tugging at his pant leg.

He sighed with a smile, resting his hand on the girl's hair. "Está bien, pero sólo por unos minutos."

The children cheered excitedly and scattered around the open space, beginning to kick the ball around him. To an outsider such as me, it was quite obvious that he was purposely missing the ball as they kicked it passed him. And it was endearing to watch them cheer excitedly when they would succeed and he would snap his fingers in 'disappointment'.

I was so mesmerized by the scene in front of me that the sensation of a raindrop bouncing off my forehead startled me slightly. Looking up, I saw that the clouds had moved in and it was suddenly dark just as a roll of thunder filled the air.

"Parece que va a llover, vamos para adentro," he called out to the children, his gaze staring up at the sky as well, before lowering and meeting mine.

I gasped sharply as did he, gazing at the yellow, almost butterscotch shade of his eyes… much like my own.

Padre, quiere jugar fut con nosotros? – Father, will you play soccer with us

A lo mejor después de cenar. Maybe after you have your dinner.

Ándele, un ratito. - please just for a little while?

Está bien, pero solo por unos minutos - alright just a few minutes

Parece que va a llover, vamos para adentro. - Looks like it's going to storm, let's get inside