The Spare
Hissss-thump! Hissss-thump! Hissss-thump! My arrows go flying out of my hands in the matter of seconds. I smile as each one of them hits their target. I look around the little clearing, glancing back to see if Clark was watching me practice. Sure enough, he’s sitting on the front porch of our two bedroom cabin. He smiles as I look back at him, and he gestures for me to continue. I roll my eyes, smiling, as I go to get the arrows out of the trees.Turned away from the path that leads to the cabin, I rely on Clark to watch my back. “Hey Clark, is Tony home?” I hear Charles call out. I don’t answer knowing that Clark will for me. “Yes he is. Why do you want him?” Clark’s deep, rich voice comes rolling from the front porch. “We …show more content…
She accepts and we walk a few paces until she speaks. “Anthony, these letters mean so much to you, I don’t see why you let them tease you.” She says softly. Anthony. I relive that moment. She called me my real name. “You don’t know how good that sounds.” I tell her softly. “What? What sounds good? Me standing up for you?” She asks urgently, her hand gripping my arm …show more content…
“Even though that was hilarious. I meant that you called me Anthony. No one has called me that in a long time, and it sounded really good.” “Your Highness-” She starts, but I cut her off. “No Leah. I am not the Prince any more. I haven’t been for five years. Now I am just the simple man of Tony.” I whisper sadly. “Anthony Ferelyn, no matter what name you assume, you will never be simple.” We laugh together as we walk down the street. Soon we come to the post office and we enter the simple wood building through the side door. “Well if it isn’t Tony Lynn!” The chubby black haired man behind the counter greets me. “Here for your monthly pick up?” “Yes David, as a matter of fact, I am. Do you have it ready?” I ask him anxiously. “Oh Tony, I always have it ready.” He pulls a thick envelope out from underneath the counter. “You must have gotten a lot of fan mail, because this is a thick one!” He makes a whole ceremony about giving it to me, and finally he just hands it over to me. I grab it quickly. He’s right. It is thick. This can’t be good. I walk out of the post office quickly, and Leah runs to catch up. She grabs my arm and looks at me
Hissss-thump! Hissss-thump! Hissss-thump! My arrows go flying out of my hands in the matter of seconds. I smile as each one of them hits their target. I look around the little clearing, glancing back to see if Clark was watching me practice. Sure enough, he’s sitting on the front porch of our two bedroom cabin. He smiles as I look back at him, and he gestures for me to continue. I roll my eyes, smiling, as I go to get the arrows out of the trees.Turned away from the path that leads to the cabin, I rely on Clark to watch my back. “Hey Clark, is Tony home?” I hear Charles call out. I don’t answer knowing that Clark will for me. “Yes he is. Why do you want him?” Clark’s deep, rich voice comes rolling from the front porch. “We …show more content…
She accepts and we walk a few paces until she speaks. “Anthony, these letters mean so much to you, I don’t see why you let them tease you.” She says softly. Anthony. I relive that moment. She called me my real name. “You don’t know how good that sounds.” I tell her softly. “What? What sounds good? Me standing up for you?” She asks urgently, her hand gripping my arm …show more content…
“Even though that was hilarious. I meant that you called me Anthony. No one has called me that in a long time, and it sounded really good.” “Your Highness-” She starts, but I cut her off. “No Leah. I am not the Prince any more. I haven’t been for five years. Now I am just the simple man of Tony.” I whisper sadly. “Anthony Ferelyn, no matter what name you assume, you will never be simple.” We laugh together as we walk down the street. Soon we come to the post office and we enter the simple wood building through the side door. “Well if it isn’t Tony Lynn!” The chubby black haired man behind the counter greets me. “Here for your monthly pick up?” “Yes David, as a matter of fact, I am. Do you have it ready?” I ask him anxiously. “Oh Tony, I always have it ready.” He pulls a thick envelope out from underneath the counter. “You must have gotten a lot of fan mail, because this is a thick one!” He makes a whole ceremony about giving it to me, and finally he just hands it over to me. I grab it quickly. He’s right. It is thick. This can’t be good. I walk out of the post office quickly, and Leah runs to catch up. She grabs my arm and looks at me