"Avia!" Avery calls with a bright smile on her face, "Look! It's a cotton ball! Do you want to play with it?"
"Yes!" Young Avia answers, "Gimmie!!" Avery places the cotton ball on Avia's open palm. Suddenly, the cotton ball starts to grow. It grows and grows until it embraces Avia's face. She could barely breathe.
But it's just a dream. It's just a dream. But why does it feel so real?
"AHHH!" Avia screams. She struggles to sit up. She could barely open her eyes.
"VIA!" Avia hears Evan shout. She could barely see his chocolate hair in the... dandelion fluff blizzard?! I don't understand this! Avia exclaims in her mind. But there is no time to think. There is only time to fight. Dandelion, dandelions.
"Evan look at this!" Eight year old Avia called, "Avery says it's a dandelion weed. She says we should pull it out. But I think it's pretty!"
"Wow!" Eight and a half year old Evan breathed, "My grandmother says that if you pick a dandelion, you need to blow on it and make a wish and it'll come true!"
"Perfect. Two dandelions!" Avia cried. She picked them up from the ground and handed one to Evan. I wish for muffins! Avia wished. That night, Avery baked muffins.
Avia blows on the fluff. She knows she is too old for this but she closes her eyes and thinks, I wish Evan can go home safe and save Avery if I can't. It immediately starts to float with Avia's breath. Avia rummages through her bag and takes out a fan and starts fanning the dandelion fluff in the opposite direction of Evan and her. It all scatters.
Evan looks at Avia. "How?"
"Magic." Avia answers sarcastically. Evan rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything else. He gazes toward the sky. The sun is making her way up toward the sky, dragging her paintbrush with her.
"This just means we're closer." Avia says, as she rolls up her sleeping bag. Before Evan could finish rolling half of his sleeping bag, Avia has already brushed her hair and finished eating. She places Evan's jacket into his backpack quietly as he struggles to roll up the sleeping bag.
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Where They Found the Mint Leaves
Short Story"Funny how much they’d do for someone, Funny how much they don’t know until they are put into the situation. Funny is the place where they find the Mint Leaves." Avery is on the edge, pushed there by her illness; one small movement will throw her in...
