Castle In The Air

P R O L O G U E

                                                                       To,
those who dream of the unimaginable

                     

Thursday eventide and a fair breeze took over the scene. The park was a little congested yet calm.

"Can you stop tapping your feet for literally no reason and fetch me the sundae? See, I'm not going to miss it today, I'm telling you!"  "Nope."

It was a moment later Ezra's feet were nearly smashed by Ivy's sneakers and there was a turkey squeal around.

"I liked the quick straight answer but won't deal with the feast, na!", Ivy said with a mocking giggle. And then started their never ending chats.

"I'm planning to write a story I've been waiting to write since..."
"...since you left the literature club, I know." Ivy had always admired Ezra's long term memory and the way he was able to figure out things in a jiffy. He was a math person, after all. And this was probably the reason that
he was her bestest of the best friend.

Well, the chat ended with the srumptious Caramel Stout Brownie Sundae Floats.
Yes, the name was a bit complex but the taste wasn't.

"Ah! So, shall we?" "Nope."
Ezra pulled her unwilling-to-move hand and they walked the way round.
"Accord me with some title ideas, sir. It better be like the one you gave to me for The Dab Poem."
"Predicting the title without being aware of the plot. Sounds incredibly fun!"
"Shut up and will send you the plot tonight, you flithy matheatingworm!!!"  Ivy rammed him to the side where he'd take way for his house and ran to her own dwelling where Mrs. Merwarth was struggling to bind some papers together. "Mommy, I'm in!" Ivy exclaimed as usual and without being much interested in the paper-work, went to her room, particularly her bed and started plotting her story- the one she was highly
keen in.

After all, it was her first ever creation, and especially without being a part of the school literature club.

The Millwood High Literature Club wasn't much into her elusiveness. The reason was ,of course, the mindset that people liked more practical proses than the illusive stories that actually didn't exist. According to them, why would anyone read something non-existent, something unlikely to influence people and give them the directions to live their lives?

So, the club included the techno-savvy, the know-it-all, the journalist, the historian and
many more with a fantasist who desperately aimed to compose something not-so-real. But who cared? And she knew no one would ever. So, she left.

It was hard yet relaxing for her. Soon, Ivy was aware of the fact that every ending wrought an incredible inception.

Ezra was her buddy since grade sixth. However, she made some other too but when, why and how she built amity and intimacy with them is the quest.

In the end of this chapter-like prologue, I'd only ask you all and Ezra to be a little focused to the tiny things. You'd ask "Why?"
Well, the time shall answer.