Chimera Fields ladybug in wildflowers

 

Catch the stick. That was the name of her new game, the rules were very simple. You had to catch the stick but there was a catch, every successful catch made it harder. You had to throw the stick in the air and for every catch, you had to spin that many more times while it was in the air before you could catch it again. 

Fun right? Oh yes!

Nine. That was the number she was on right now, and boy was she getting dizzy. She threw the stick this time but once she reached her tenth turn she had lost track of her stick and was falling into the new spring grass and wildflowers. Damn. A chorus of laughter followed, a sound that could be called childish giggling more than an adult laugh.

The world was spinning! Oh man! Her pale eyes seemed to move from side to side in rapid secession before she settled on watching the clouds dance above her spinning world but then she remembered. Wait, where did that stick go? Her head shot up only to fall back down, still dizzy. Another round of giggles.