this is a first draft - please go here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=112229#112229
Freewrite 16.03.06
Acrobat
Maddie looked to her feet, her sore, muddy feet. Grabbing the hose from the front porch, she switched it on, and let the blast of cold well water splattered all over her skin, and flow between her toes. Faintly over the spray she could here, laughter and squeals from inside the house; but it only distracted her for a moment, and she turned back to scowl at her feet.
The Dalton house was a small, peeling place. White with fading green trim, it had stood the test of time, and that of the ever increasing family. The front steps sat cock-eyed and the ante-bellum porch was patched in variously places; it even leaned slightly to the left. There was an addition at the back that looked slightly less ragged than the rest, seemingly tacked on, and the yard was yellowed in the dry September heat. In the rocky driveway were parked two cars: a large blue ford pickup with a dented bumper, and a white mini-van. The entrance to the Dalton property started sharply in the bend of the road, where an ancient mailbox and the dead leavings of a Christmas stood watch.
When the last vestiges of mud had disappeared, Maddie yanked the hose off. The last of the water dripped on to her bare shins just below where she had rolled up her jeans. Coiling up the green hose she placed it on the deck, grabbed her backpack, and headed inside.
The noise affected Maddie the most and she physically flinched as she stepped inside.
“Maddie, Maddie home!” One of the youngest twins shrieked, and Maddie fought the impulse to cover her ears and run.
“Madeline, thank god, you’re home, could you take Emma-Marie for me.” Her mother’s slightly frantic voiced sounded the hallway, after which she entered the youngest, at age one and a half, on her hip.
Maddie slightly nodded taking the wide-eyed child from her. Her mother rushed off, without another word.
“Come on,” she whispered conspiratorially attempting to smooth a errant blonde strand of her sister’s head, “let’s she what the boys are up to.”
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I know this is abysmally short, but I wanted reactions on it; also ideas for what I should add, because I have a huge time gap to next installment, later that day.
