Fiction Friday: Chapter 3

"It belongs in a museum," Savannah suddenly said.

"What?" Sierra asked.

"Maybe Henry Ford would like it. I think its old."

"We just du this out of the dirt. I'm pretty sure anything we find back here," Sierra said pointing around the yard, "Is our to keep."

Shelby looked back and forth to her twin sisters who were arguing. She thought for a minute, then grabbed the feather and took off. She ran to the opposite side of the yard, but the yard wasn't very big. Sienna chased her and laughed. She didn't know what she was doing with it, but thought it might be fun for a game.

For the next few minutes, Shelby made laps around the yard. She would let Sienna get close, then she would really run zooming away from here. Savannah and Sierra didn't run. Savannah followed her at a quick walk, while Sierra flanked her. Soon she was cornered beside the house.

"I think we need to find out what it does!"

Savannah's fingers were digging into her arms. Sierra's had was on the feather tugging to get it away.

"What's on your hand?" Sienna asked.

Everyone stepped back for a second and Shelby held out the hand that had held the tip of the feather. A gold stain crossed her palm. It seemed to be a thin pool of metallic liquid. Like a gold mercury. As the watched, it slid across the skin of her hand, then appeared to dissolve or sink it. It was hard to tell, but there was no sign it had ever been there.

"It's a quill," Savannah said.

Sierra tapped the tip of the feather on the brick of the house. It left a gold dot. But soon that dot disappeared to.

"It really does belong in a museum," Savannah said.

"Can we draw with it?" Sienna said.

"Dinner's ready!" Dad yelled from the back door.

In a few minutes they hid the feather in the shed and went in to eat dinner. In just minutes their plates were cleared. They didn't even want to play the trivia game that usually occupanied the meal. Sienna and Shelby were done with their chores, but Savannah and Sierra needed to load the dishwasher after dinner. It wouldn't take long, but their younger sisters would get out their first.

"Don't touch it!" Savannah warned.

"Can we go back out and play?"

"Ok." Mom said with a questioning look. She wasn't used to them going out to play this much.

Sierra was the first one out after her younger sisters. She could see them with the feather in had, drawing on the wall inside the shed. She drew a gold face on the wood wall. The ink seemed to adjust itself, taking the rough features of the drawing and slowly perfecting them. In a couple minutes Shelby's happy face looked just like her, smiling back. Life like. Then it dissolved in the wood.

Then three and then four of them spent the next hour this way. They would take turns doing a crude drawing. The ink would make it exactly what they had imagined then it would sink into the wall. Castles and Dragons, Phineas and Ferb, trees and family members each took their turn in gold ink.

When they tried words, they were amazed at how the ink would correct the spelling and make it look all fancy before it would disappear. Everything they wrote looked so perfect. Sienna liked doing letters the best. She wrote her name, the name of her school, the name of her dog, that she liked pizza and so on.

It was when she wrote the word "Money" it all changed. The ink flowed on the wall, expanding into several words. "I wish I had lots of money.". This time the ink seemed to solify, understanding what Sienna wanted and never disappeared.

The girls waited for it to disappear or do something else for a long time. It stayed written on the wall.

"Daddy's going to be mad we wrote on his wall," Sienna said, starting to get tears in her eyes.

"We'll fix it," Sierra said, taking the quill from her.

Sienaa was hopeful, but worried. Daddy didn't like for his things to get written on. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her shorts. There was something paper in there.

Absentmindedly she pulled it out to see what it was, it was three "monies". Sixty dollars Savannah told her. The girls looked from the folded bills to wall and back.

"Do you have anymore?" Sierra whispered.