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(Finished) A Christmas Campfire Story
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<blockquote data-quote="PeterJames0510" data-source="post: 75582457" data-attributes="member: 416739"><p>"You stupid bird brain! Where are you taking me?" Peter was incredulous. And he had never tried drugs before; so he wasn't certain what was happening to him. The bird was hanging on to him with his talons. He looked down and everything got incredibly smaller; the truck, the highway. He thought maybe he saw the cross and the woman who try to invade his truck down there too. </p><p></p><p>Peter landed softly nonetheless; it did not appear the bird meant to do him any harm. But he was in some ... familiar surroundings. "Spirit of Christmas past? What do you know about my past, bird-beak ... "</p><p></p><p>And then he heard it. The sound of his sister's voice, Lorelei. He turned around and saw her. "Peter, Peter! You have to see this snowman I'm making, I'm making it just for YOU!"</p><p></p><p>Tears started streaming down his cheeks. The voice of his sister melted his heart; it was like a memory. Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he could enjoy the memory and just "will" this evil spirit or bad pizza mushroom eagle out of his memory. </p><p></p><p>"Lorelei! Lorelei!" he shouted out loud; he ran over to her. She had her arms outstretched ... so did Peter. But, a more medium figure of a boy beat him to her and the boy said, "You've been out here doing this for me? Why are you so nice to me?" Lorelei placed some snow on top of her brother's nose and said "Cuz, you're my brother, silly? Do you like it?"</p><p></p><p>The adult Peter stood there watching, reliving the memory. This was Christmas, right before her 12th birthday and his 15th birthday. Right there ... by the corner market at Canteberry Commons, back in the day when it really was about the only country store in sight.</p><p></p><p>"Oh Lorelei! Can I tell you the things that are happening now with me? Can you hear me? I don't care if this is just a dream; I have so much to tell you!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PeterJames0510, post: 75582457, member: 416739"] "You stupid bird brain! Where are you taking me?" Peter was incredulous. And he had never tried drugs before; so he wasn't certain what was happening to him. The bird was hanging on to him with his talons. He looked down and everything got incredibly smaller; the truck, the highway. He thought maybe he saw the cross and the woman who try to invade his truck down there too. Peter landed softly nonetheless; it did not appear the bird meant to do him any harm. But he was in some ... familiar surroundings. "Spirit of Christmas past? What do you know about my past, bird-beak ... " And then he heard it. The sound of his sister's voice, Lorelei. He turned around and saw her. "Peter, Peter! You have to see this snowman I'm making, I'm making it just for YOU!" Tears started streaming down his cheeks. The voice of his sister melted his heart; it was like a memory. Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he could enjoy the memory and just "will" this evil spirit or bad pizza mushroom eagle out of his memory. "Lorelei! Lorelei!" he shouted out loud; he ran over to her. She had her arms outstretched ... so did Peter. But, a more medium figure of a boy beat him to her and the boy said, "You've been out here doing this for me? Why are you so nice to me?" Lorelei placed some snow on top of her brother's nose and said "Cuz, you're my brother, silly? Do you like it?" The adult Peter stood there watching, reliving the memory. This was Christmas, right before her 12th birthday and his 15th birthday. Right there ... by the corner market at Canteberry Commons, back in the day when it really was about the only country store in sight. "Oh Lorelei! Can I tell you the things that are happening now with me? Can you hear me? I don't care if this is just a dream; I have so much to tell you!" [/QUOTE]
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