Cinder winced as she felt a crunch like the breaking of glass under her foot. Reluctantly lifting her dress to see what she'd stepped on, she grimaced at the little metallic centipede now in three pieces, the links holding it together shattered.
This would make the fourth trip to the Hair Dresser in a month! "Jules!" She moaned. They didn't have the money to keep fixing these things! "How many times have I told you to not just drop your hair clips onto the floor to crawl around?!"
Jules peered up over her book, her seven-year-old eyes glinting too much like a demons as she pouted. "But they don't like being cooped up in a box or my hair all day, Cinder! They want to play!"
Cinder rolled her eyes. "I don't think they want to be stepped on either, Jules." She replied with exasperation as she picked up the mini broken Canic. It wasn't like the Canics could actually think. They just did what they were created to do. Like hold Jules' hair out of her eyes.
-Inspiration from helping a friend figure out steampunk elements in their own story.
No comments:
Post a Comment