We’re going to keep it short. As difficult as that can be for the more verbose of us, myself included, it makes it far easier to visit the more links and share our thoughts and opinions. So, let’s go for a nice, easy 300 words.
Here's my take on this week's prompt. Now I know it isn't quite what the prompt said, but I wanted to do something a little different. I frequently write from both male and female points of view - but I usually do so from an adult perspective. So I decided that, rather than changing just the gender point of view, I shifted the age as well.
And yes, it will all fit into Shawn's story in the end. I promise.
He looked up when shadows tumbled into the room. The man standing in the front door was huge, like the soldiers on his Saturday morning vids. Eyes wide, he dropped the toy fighters and ran into the back room.
“What is it, Kier?” she looked up from the washing machine.
“Der’s a soldier man at the door,” he whispered.
The powder scoop slid from her hand, soap falling like snow. Her face paled. Kieran’s eyes widened even more, his lower lip trembling. A single fat tear crept down his cheek.
“Oh! I’m sorry, baby! It’s ok. Mama’s just surprised. Let’s go see who he is,” she gave him a quick hug.
Kieran sniffled and nodded. He was careful to hide behind Mama’s leg as he followed her back out. He watched the soldier and Mama talk, thumb creeping to his mouth, a fierce grip on Mama’s leg. He didn’t understand their words. He saw the soldier was bleeding and Mama sounded angry. Kieran tried to tuck himself even further behind Mama while watching the soldier.
His movement did the unthinkable - the soldier noticed him. His piercing blue eyes struck Kieran. Trembling, he buried his face in Mama’s leg, clutching her with both arms, hoping he couldn’t be seen.
Mama untangled him and gently pushed him forward. Kieran tried to resist, but Mama was insistent. He looked up, pleading with silent eyes.
“It’s ok. He isn’t going to hurt us. His name is Shawn. Can you say hi?”
Hi,” Kieran was almost inaudible.
Shawn crouched down meeting Kieran’s eyes, “Hi, Kieran. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Mama’s hand on his back kept Kieran from fleeing to safety behind her. He tried to hide anyway.
“I’d like to be friends. Will you be friends with me?” Shawn hadn’t moved.