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freeplay
Title: Freeplay
Rating: G
Genre: Modern
Wordcount: 329
Summary: A moment of downtime.
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originalfic100 prompt - hula hoop. Somehow I managed to write 329 words in which absolutely nothing happens, but on the other hand I managed to write! It's also Luke's first placing on paper. I suppose in some distant future it could be a bridging bit, or the beginning of a deeper scene, but for now you get Phys Ed, Alex's awkwardface, and no plot.
Luke burrows the toe of his shoe into the ground, digging through grass and soft dirt to wedge his way under the gaudy plastic of the hula hoop, and then tilts his heel to raise it slightly off the ground.
“Wow,” he says, and in that one word is enough apathy to sink every Greenpeace ship in existence.
Alex just watches. He gets that it’s a change in the routine—“Freeplay,” the teacher had announced triumphantly, dumping the box of equipment down—but it’s not one that comes with any sort of instruction beyond the slumping of a dozen shoulders. A cautious glance to the side shows other students picking through the bits and pieces, some listless, some with a sharper sense of purpose. A couple of boys have begun kicking a ball back and forth.
Luke mutters something that isn’t English and Alex looks back to see him bend and pluck the hoop from the ground, dangling it off his left hand. A roll of the wrist makes it sway back and forth, and then Luke drops his arm and it bounces unevenly once off the ground before he catches it.
“Pretty sure I’m having flashbacks to third grade,” he says, and pulls a face at Alex. “Maybe second. Are those really skip-ropes over there?”
“’Sposed to use your hips, Suazo, put some swing into it,” someone calls from the left, not quite in answer. “Go on!”
They get a lazy finger for their effort, and Luke instead bounces it off the ground a couple more times before suddenly giving it a push, sending it wobbling unsteadily towards Alex. He eyes it uncertainly, but before he can do more than think about putting out a hand to catch it, it keels too far to one side and topples, having barely made it past the halfway mark.
Alex raises his eyebrows at Luke.
The other boy shrugs back. “So I wasn’t any good at it in third grade either.”
Rating: G
Genre: Modern
Wordcount: 329
Summary: A moment of downtime.
Remarks:
originalfic100 prompt - hula hoop. Somehow I managed to write 329 words in which absolutely nothing happens, but on the other hand I managed to write! It's also Luke's first placing on paper. I suppose in some distant future it could be a bridging bit, or the beginning of a deeper scene, but for now you get Phys Ed, Alex's awkwardface, and no plot.Luke burrows the toe of his shoe into the ground, digging through grass and soft dirt to wedge his way under the gaudy plastic of the hula hoop, and then tilts his heel to raise it slightly off the ground.
“Wow,” he says, and in that one word is enough apathy to sink every Greenpeace ship in existence.
Alex just watches. He gets that it’s a change in the routine—“Freeplay,” the teacher had announced triumphantly, dumping the box of equipment down—but it’s not one that comes with any sort of instruction beyond the slumping of a dozen shoulders. A cautious glance to the side shows other students picking through the bits and pieces, some listless, some with a sharper sense of purpose. A couple of boys have begun kicking a ball back and forth.
Luke mutters something that isn’t English and Alex looks back to see him bend and pluck the hoop from the ground, dangling it off his left hand. A roll of the wrist makes it sway back and forth, and then Luke drops his arm and it bounces unevenly once off the ground before he catches it.
“Pretty sure I’m having flashbacks to third grade,” he says, and pulls a face at Alex. “Maybe second. Are those really skip-ropes over there?”
“’Sposed to use your hips, Suazo, put some swing into it,” someone calls from the left, not quite in answer. “Go on!”
They get a lazy finger for their effort, and Luke instead bounces it off the ground a couple more times before suddenly giving it a push, sending it wobbling unsteadily towards Alex. He eyes it uncertainly, but before he can do more than think about putting out a hand to catch it, it keels too far to one side and topples, having barely made it past the halfway mark.
Alex raises his eyebrows at Luke.
The other boy shrugs back. “So I wasn’t any good at it in third grade either.”