Silly Little Life

by xxWickedWench

"Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be." A series of random vignettes between Angel and Spot following after the events of CHESS, in no real order.

9. help

SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER NINE

( prompt: "Please help me." )

Lissa wrinkled her nose, practicing her crocheting as she sat on the over-stuffed, cream colored sofa in their living room. Lara Harris made it look so easy! She couldn't understand why it was so hard for her.

Lara had picked up poker in a snap of the fingers. It was obnoxious, but that probably came with the whole doctor bit that she had going on.

Knit, knit, purl.

Knit, knit, purl.

Good God, she felt like an old lady!

"Momma?"

Lissa looked up as a small boy tottered into the room, holding a slingshot which was currently tangled up quite badly. He had intelligent green eyes and a mop of dirty, dishwater blond hair hidden slightly under a very familiar gray cabby hat. Thankful that she didn't have to continue crocheting, Lissa smiled as the little boy held out the tangled slingshot.

"Please help me, Momma?" he asked, and then climbed up into her lap when she set her work aside.

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Do you love me again? :) Three guesses as to who the kid is.

Sidenote!: I am the biggest nerd I've ever met. I was on the JKR website and I got an Exceeds Expectations on my WOMBAT test. I am officially a Harry Potter nerd. xDDD

CTB!

xx Wicked