[Note: I don't know when this will be finished. "Milo and Meg" is a new book I have begun writing, ideally ready to be released at the end of 2019. I can't promise that, though. This is just an early taste of the beginning of the story. -P.W.]
"Pothole!" Meg said.
"I know where the pothole is," said Milo, jumping across the hole in the ground.
"Okay, I won't tell you next time."
Milo stumbled into the second pothole and flailed awkwardly to the ground.
"Nice one," Meg said, smiling her sarcastic sideways smile.
Meg was 12, a little more than a year younger than her 13-year-old brother Milo.
They were hurrying down the hill toward the street to their house.
"Come on," Meg said. "We're late. "Mom and Dad are going to be suspicious this time."
"We'll be fine," Milo said, moving with a limp, and letting out a gasp of pain as he walked.
The city of August isn't the biggest city, or the coolest city. Milo and Meg liked their hometown, though, and thought they knew August the way children know everything about the city they grow up in. This week, though, they had discovered something in the city of August that they did not understand.
They had not told anyone what they discovered.
They also wondered if they were the only ones who knew.
"Besides," Milo said, "it's never later here than it was when we went inside. No time passes."
"I know," Meg said.
"So, what are you worried about?"
Meg looked over at Milo and rolled her eyes. "I'm worried that you won't be able to keep your mouth shut."
"I won't say anything," Milo protested. "I haven't said anything ever.. Why would I spill it now?"
"This time was different," Meg said.
"I won't say anything."
Milo and Meg walked in silence for a moment.
Finally the hill opened up onto the street and they were almost home.
[Stay tuned during the coming year, for updates and another sneak peek or two from Milo and Meg.]
January 15, 2019