❝ how will you get down from there?❞
but then he remember she can FLY! It’s like a lightbulb appears above
his head and a grin across his face. ❝ come on Maggie, time to come down. ❞
&& she hobbles to the fridge’s leading edge before spreading her arms
and simply letting herself F A L L which leads to her onesie acting as
wings and to her actually flying. ( and hopefully landing in her father’s
“I’ve done everything the Bible says —
even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!”
A quick sliding into the kitchen again
in her socks, and immediately spotting
the pacifier in question on the table—
she’s just gonna grab that and hurry back
to the almost-crying child.
“Hey hey hey— no tears, sweetheart,
see? Here, take this. What about some
cartoons? You wanna watch some of those?”
( && if there had been only slightly more time,
she would have made it up to the cabinet & shoved
some more cookies into her mouth. but the woman’s
back too soon so she goes back to pretending to be
once she has her binky back, a nod follows.
NOW, she really wants to watch the Happy Elves. )
the question of WHY she got up there and HOW she will get down is void in his
thoughts, replaced by one overwhelming REALISATION ‘
❝ maggie ! Can you fly? ❞
it’s not as much flying as it’s pulling out a few cabinets and climbing
her way up on top of the fridge. she actually SIGHS & rolls her eyes
at that suggestion.
“——- Oh god. Please don’t cry,
please don’t cry, please don’t cry—-”
Where’s that damn pacifier?
( too late. it already started.
and she won’t stop unless
she gets those cookies back.
or gets distracted somehow. )
There’s a sigh released through her
nose before she gently takes the box
and sets it back in the cabinet.
“I’m tryin’ to be the responsible one here,
( and the moment the box is being
taken from her, she begins pouting
and tears well up and she’ll start
crying in 3, 2, 1 )
“Whoa there, kiddo—
might wanna slow down there a ‘lil,
( she’s just going to make
some disapproving noises. )