flying through the stars, and now she would be doing just that.
“Eli! Slow down!” The loud call of her father, Terry, a large man both in build and stature, brought her anxious strides to an abrupt halt, the sudden force of her stop creating a deep crater in the sand beneath her thin legs.
If Eliana was being honest with herself, and she was sure she was, she had all but forgotten that her father had even been close behind her, metaphorically glued to Eliana and her imaginary coattails.
Shorts more like it. She thought, looking at her father. It's darn too hot out here for anyone to actually be wearing a coat. Shooting her small hands up to her mouth, she quickly began to giggle as she laughed at her own childish joke.
“Eliana, there ain’t no fire underneath your heels,” her father began, his body hunched over in exhaustion, caving into itself for hardly a second before returning to its original posture.
“Can’t you slow down and make an exception for your old man?,” he continued to jest, “ Last time I checked I’ve only been growing slower.”
Through heavy breaths, he slowly made his way to Eli’s side, and ruffling her auburn curls, he moved on past.