Week 3 (March 15-21) – Paper stars and green fizz

Find this writing prompt here. Setting the timer for ten minutes and here I go…….

Molly couldn’t believe it had finally come! Her tenth birthday. Finally double digits and summer vacation. She wondered what she would get for her birthday this year. Last year, she remembered with a grimace, had been colorful face masks for the upcoming school year. That stupid virus made that birthday really lame. But this year she was having a party! There would be paper stars hanging from the ceiling in the living room and green fizz in the punch mom promised to make. Grandma was bring a giant cake and Uncle Bill said he had something really special for her special day.

Molly wasn’t one to care much about presents, she really had everything a kid her age could ask for, except for a pony. Dad said they didn’t have room for a pony but she knew the old pasture out back would be perfect. Mom said we didn’t have time or the understanding of how to raise a pony but Molly knew she could learn. She hoped she got this wonderful gift but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. She didn’t want to be disappointed like last year, but then again nothing could be as bad as a party on Facetime and face masks as the big gifts.

Molly walked to the closet to pick out a great birthday outfit. She wanted to wear her favorite dress, the one with the little flowers on it and the belt, but she thought maybe, just maybe, she should wear pants in case she did get a pony. Then she wouldn’t have to waste any time going back inside to change her clothes. What would Mason say? He had a horse at his dads but always complained because he couldn’t ride him by himself. Mason’s horse was huge. Molly tried to think, did Mason say he used to be a race horse or a work horse? Aw, that didn’t matter. What did matter was what she would have her pony do.

Molly sat on her bed and imagined looking out her window to see a pony waiting for her in the pasture. She could open her window and called down to it, that she was coming, that she would bring carrots and apples. She had thought about names but hadn’t totally decided. If it was a boy pony she might call him Hunter or