Rough waves tossed and collided, sending spray into the air. The choppy waters rose and fell, throwing ships about. But one by one they rode majestically over the swell, cargo ships, fishing boats, a large yellow duck...
Anita paused. She carefully observed the frothy bath water around her. Upon further consideration perhaps the rubber duckie wasn't in keeping with the feel she was going for. She carefully picked him up and placed him at the side of the tub. Perhaps in a different scenario Mr Duck.
Just then her Mother came in. "Anita! Look at this, there's water everywhere, the whole floor is soaked! What have you been doing in here!?" Anita stared at her neutrally. "Rough seas" she stated. Her Mother sighed and left.
Anita Le Fleur is five and three quarter years old. She is a creator of worlds, which she populates with people and events according to her tastes and in keeping with the worlds in which they exist. These are her stories.
*Now, a small editorial note here. Anita Le Fleur is a collection of little stories I'm working on, so whenever I have one in this series I will just post it under the 'Anita Le Fleur' heading, possibly with an additional title, like the one directly after this. These stories are designed, as mentioned, to be from the mind of a young child, parts of them come from musings I remember having when I was little, but I think following a train of thought into your own world is a common trait of most children; a delightful one which it's a shame we don't do more of as adults. These stories are meant to have (hopefully) a child-like feel to them, but they are also only first drafts, so they may be quite rough around the edges. That being said...as you were, pardon the interruption, do
carry on!*
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