Back on the wwi waggon again … for how long, who can say! This should have been posted on Thursday but I didn’t find the time to type it up. Better late than never?
Broken Green Light (300 words)
It had taken several days to pulp the old newspapers, bank statements and photographs from the boxes in grandpa’s shed, and spread the resulting mush into large sheets. Several more to dry them in the broken green sunlight, lashed to branches with scraps of plastic wire and pilfered yarn. It was the first week of summer so far that it hadn’t rained, and the sheets were finally dry.
The beeswax hardened as they slathered it onto the parchment with hot palette knives and plastic spoons. The wax rolled in the tin bath they had used to heat it, agitated by Irk’s little sister with their grandpa’s walking stick. The three of them worked quickly and without much argument.
Coating the armour was the easy part, and Rina and Irk quarrelled as they began the difficult task of armouring their paladin. The waxed parchment formed a skin over bundled sticks and the remnants of birds’ nests. What seemed like woodland nonsense had cost them weeks of work, finding and fetching and knotting and measuring. Irk ordered her little sister to leave the tub of beeswax to congeal and run to fetch more yarn. She came back with scratches from the grumpy old house cat, but assurances that nobody had seen her.
At lunchtime, Rina went to fetch them sandwiches, while Irk and her sister worked side by side, fashioning the paladin’s slender, fawnish limbs. They paused and ate the sandwiches Rina’s father had made for them with determined expressions.
“Will it be ready in time?” Rina asked.
Irk nodded. “I’m not going back to school, not without Ellis.”
Ellis carried on eating her sandwich, not showing her surprise at this statement. The paladin was going to take care of the grandparents for them. She had her own plans for dealing with Irk.
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