Aidan{5}

by Obi in London

Boy has this story had a long run (for my standards), I usually focus on quality more than quantity. To see further parts of Aidan if you just can't wait go to my website at www. reddishblacks. synthasite.com or .co.uk! Please comment!

Aidan Chapter five

“Just come of KidPub I see, you know I was very well respected on KP,” laughed Clover shaking her short blond hair.
“Well lately people have been calling me arrogant! Am I arrogant?” asked Aidan sadly.
“It’s all drama, when so many brilliant minds swirl together. Plus who can blame you for being a little arrogant with all those talents of yours?”
“So you think I am arrogant?” asked Aidan, a little startled.
“Well frankly bro, yes!” she sighed, “but it’s part of what makes you….. you!”
“Whatever!”Aidan flopped down into the covers and beckoned for his sister to leave.
“I heard about that teen you beat. By the sounds of it I bet he was shitting his pants as he stood and ran!” she chuckled trying desperately to change the subject.
“Don’t swear!” hissed Aidan cautiously.
“Hush, little bro. As a fellow writer you should know that ‘for some things there is only one word’: As the expression goes,” she said calmly.

Aidan reopened his Mac palmtop and opened a Word Document. It was long and was titled Lilt.
“What is it about?” asked Clover curiously.
Aidan grinned proudly, “ it’s about a Greek harpist running away from the soldiers of Midas. She uses her music to charm snakes and bend men to her will and eventually makes it to mount Olympus were she writes a symphony with Apollo and-“
“Wow there little bro, let you writing do the story........ if it can!”
“Just read it then,” replied Aidan with a droplet of arrogance in his voice.

She began to read out loud:

Lilt
As the silky rays of sunlight dappled the hills of Athens a young girl sat under the shade of an ancient olive tree. In her slender hands she held a beautiful gilt harp, enchanted by Apollo and cursed by Hades-

“Wait, wait,” said Clover, “this is genius, but do you expect any normal kid or even an adult to understand half the damn crap you put in here!”
“Shut up!” wailed Aidan defensively.
“Bro, it’s just constructive criticism….”
“Constructive criticism doesn’t include the words ‘damn crap’” shouted Aidan back. He dived under the duvet and Clover gave up and left the room.

Clover trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Adair was there fixing himself a midnight snack. A sandwich with bread fresh from the oven stuffed and filled with a few slices of garlic ham and red Leicester cheese.
“Good evening Clover, a little late isn’t it,” greeted Adair through a mouthful of ham, cheese and bread.
“Adair!” she said blushing slightly, “I’m seventeen, I don’t have a curfew or bedtime.”
“You’ll always be that carefree little girl to me……..” sighed Adair.
“Well, I’m growin’ up and soon I’ll be out of here. Off to Cork, Dublin and London to fulfil my dreams.” She replied as she set to making a piece of toast and buttered it with a knob of Clover butter.
“Ye know we didn’t name you after are beloved clover and shamrock, but that very butter,” chuckled Adair, “Ya ole daddy used to work for ‘em until he decided he wanted to do what he was best at!”
“And what was that then?” she humoured.
“You know perfectly well what that is!” he muttered
“For the last time he can’t talk to dogs!” she groaned, “I admit he has an…….eerie command over canines and so does Aidan but it’s just a little talent they learnt OK!”
“Whatever ya say Clove whatever ye say………”

Clover and Adair turned round, a navy robin was tweeting outside. It caught Clovers eye for a nanosecond and then took off upwards. The navy robin perched itself on Colin’s window ledge, which was a cosy room on the second floor overlooking the back of the farm. Colin was in bed under his covers with flashlight, he was reading The Encyclopaedia of British Birds. He was trying to clear his mind of what happened that afternoon, how that vandal had nearly maimed him or worse. If Aidan hadn’t been there he could have been seriously hurt, but then drifting into his mind were the things he did. Like jumping on Cliff and charging that urchin down with his staff like a cavalry knight, but then he had fallen of his steed like a little kid as soon as he saw the knife.