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Each week, Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog posts a prompt word and invites bloggers to come up with a Six Sentence Story. It's a fun challenge for writers, and a delight for readers. Go over to her blog to read what others have written, and feel free to post your own story, too! This week's prompt: twist.
The kids who moved in next door were big kids--much older than her 3-year-old self--but they might be fun to play with, and as they were coming towards her, the idea of them being new friends seemed at least possible.
She was rather shy, but she understood the basics of making friends, so when those neighbors crowded all around her and asked her what her name was, she didn't hesitate to answer. She thought she had spoken loudly enough, but apparently her shyness got the best of her, because they didn't seem to have heard her.
"Twisty?" they asked, and recognizing she needed to be even louder, she raised her voice and practically yelled her name. Their peals of laughter and repeated chorus of "Twisty?" brought her to the sudden realization that they were not being nice at all, and she felt her face getting hot and she needed to get away from them as quickly as possible. Breaking through the crowd, she ran as fast as her little legs could go, across the front lawn and into the safety of the red brick house, where Mommy could make her feel better, and where everyone knew her name was "Kristi."