raining pink lemonade

It was our last day at Dad’s house. When Allie and I came downstairs that morning, he had laid out an assortment of water guns, cannons, and balloons on the deck. We couldn’t touch them until our “surprise guest” showed up, so we spent half the morning obsessively imagining which weapons we’d choose, and how we’d use them. Around noon, a woman named Charlotte showed up and greeted Dad with a kiss. When they went upstairs to say hi to each other, Allie and I filled the guns, cannons and balloons with the stickiest drinks we found and charged upstairs.

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Title by: jewell
Story by: Nick

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