Loving a Prankster



Noisily, she fell down again.

In the darkness, he smiled.

“Next time you try that, I will sleep on the other bed. You sleep here all alone hugging that cold pillow.”

Oh he was a prankster, who did this all the time, but she loved her little brother too much and indulged him always.


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(This is in response to an amazing tutorial and a prompt by Vidya Sury on Write Tribe.)

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37 thoughts on “Loving a Prankster”

  1. Ha ha…I can totally relate to what you habe said…only I have both a brother n a sister 🙂 its quite a circus 🙂


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