When I sat down to write this nano drama, I stared at the action in the prompt. As the seconds ticked away, a distant memory thundered through my mind. Since I was a middle child, there were times my older siblings had to keep tabs on me. Looking back at those times, I can appreciate how much trouble I caused them. One particularly stressful occasion happened during my brother’s watch and dealt with a roll of tape. While I’ll keep the details of that escapade to myself, it sparked the basis of the narrative.
Despite being loosely based on events from my past, this brief story is completely fabricated. It was also a blast to watch as it unfolded within my mental landscape.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
As the bedroom door slammed shut, Robert bounded across the room, shoving something under his mattress. Once hidden, the boy whirled around and hopped onto his bed, plucking the book off the cozy blanket and propping it against his knees.
After a second of silence, the entrance burst open. “Where is it, Bobby?”
“It’s Rob, Emily.” Swinging his feet, the youngster grinned as his shoulders climbed. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
The boy’s sister flew forward, slamming her palms on either side of Rob. “Bobby, where did you hide it?”
“What are you going on about?”
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