My pupils shifted as I opened the heavy car door into the bright sky. The sky was a clear blue one, the grass a rich green, and the trees swaying with grace, unlike the recent scenery of Louisiana. Stretching my legs for the first time in five hours, I noticed three figures bolting across the driveway, each with huge smiles on their faces. We were graciously welcomed and began talking right away, knowing there's much to be covered since the last time we've met. But before we settle down, it was clear unpacking was necessary. My sister heaved open the backdoor, and everyone grabbed a bag. In just a few minutes, we were all arranged.
The tiled floors slipped from underneath us with each step in our socks. Each step along the way was spent updating on how life was since the last visit. Up the stairs was the kids' territory: soft carpeting, fluffy couches, three computers, a big TV, a table, board games, and a bathroom were all the special elements that made the upstairs what it is for us. Each person made themselves comfortable (which wasn't difficult), and we talked. We expected much from the travelers our cousins were. The stories began.
Nice work! Strong vivid detail, and I love your opening. I am a little bit confused here about who is arriving where - you are at the cousins' house, but the cousins are travelers? Also, I like the ending, but I wonder if the "we talked" that comes before it could be expanded with more concrete detail.
ReplyDeleteVery Cool! I love family reunions, but my family and I rarely have them. What type of stories did you and your family talk about? Where they fiction or non-fiction? What board games did you all play?
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