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herr_bookman) wrote2015-10-22 05:33 pm
herr_bookman) wrote2015-10-22 05:33 pm
OOM: Clara's Music Box
"Autorchen, have you seen my music box?" Clara asks him one day, wringing her hands. "I can't find it anywhere!"
"Why, no, I haven't," Autor says, standing up from the piano. "Let me help you look for it. Maybe we can retrace your steps."
"Okay," she says, furrowing her brow. "I started out in my room today. Maybe I've lost it there."
"It can be an adventure," Autor says, smiling. "The hunt for the lost music box."
Clara giggles. "Like a pirate treasure?"
"Exactly," Autor says, and leads the way to her room. They look under her bed, on her desk, and behind the door. They search for roughly twenty minutes, but there's no sign of the treasured object.
"What about the kitchen?" Clara asks, sighing. "Maybe I took it to there."
"Aye aye, matey," Autor says, throwing her a salute to make her laugh. "We can check." He heads to the kitchen, where their mother is baking bread. "Hello, Mutterchen."
"Hi, Autorchen," Erna says, kneading her dough. "What are you looking for?"
"Mama, I've lost my music box," Clara says, pursing her lips.
"The one grandmother gave you? Well, you'd better find it," Erna says, brushing her hands off on her apron.
"We're trying," Autor says, shooing Clara into the great room.
"It's not in here, Autorchen," she says, folding her arms. "I would have known if I left it in here."
"Maybe it's in the bathroom."
"Now you're just being silly."
Autor chuckles. "Well, I'm sorry, Clara, but I don't know if we'll find it today. Maybe tomorrow."
"Aw, come on," Clara says, holding her cheeks. "We'll never find it."
"It can't be lost forever. You'll see," Autor says, squeezing her shoulder.
* * *
Back in Milliways, in his room, Autor lovingly caresses the music box he took. Guilt stabs at him, and he wonders if he should stop being selfish and give it back. But he won't have anything to remember his sister by otherwise, so he decides to keep it for now. "I'm sorry, Clara," he says quietly, clutching the music box to his chest.
"Why, no, I haven't," Autor says, standing up from the piano. "Let me help you look for it. Maybe we can retrace your steps."
"Okay," she says, furrowing her brow. "I started out in my room today. Maybe I've lost it there."
"It can be an adventure," Autor says, smiling. "The hunt for the lost music box."
Clara giggles. "Like a pirate treasure?"
"Exactly," Autor says, and leads the way to her room. They look under her bed, on her desk, and behind the door. They search for roughly twenty minutes, but there's no sign of the treasured object.
"What about the kitchen?" Clara asks, sighing. "Maybe I took it to there."
"Aye aye, matey," Autor says, throwing her a salute to make her laugh. "We can check." He heads to the kitchen, where their mother is baking bread. "Hello, Mutterchen."
"Hi, Autorchen," Erna says, kneading her dough. "What are you looking for?"
"Mama, I've lost my music box," Clara says, pursing her lips.
"The one grandmother gave you? Well, you'd better find it," Erna says, brushing her hands off on her apron.
"We're trying," Autor says, shooing Clara into the great room.
"It's not in here, Autorchen," she says, folding her arms. "I would have known if I left it in here."
"Maybe it's in the bathroom."
"Now you're just being silly."
Autor chuckles. "Well, I'm sorry, Clara, but I don't know if we'll find it today. Maybe tomorrow."
"Aw, come on," Clara says, holding her cheeks. "We'll never find it."
"It can't be lost forever. You'll see," Autor says, squeezing her shoulder.
Back in Milliways, in his room, Autor lovingly caresses the music box he took. Guilt stabs at him, and he wonders if he should stop being selfish and give it back. But he won't have anything to remember his sister by otherwise, so he decides to keep it for now. "I'm sorry, Clara," he says quietly, clutching the music box to his chest.