This is my entry for TIWC hosted by the lovely Grace from The Girl Upstairs.
The prince swiftly mounted his horse, and rode out of the royal stables. Behind him, he could hear the bellows and shouts of the castle soldiers. He leaned forward, kicking his horse, urging her into a fast canter. From the corner of his eye, the prince could see one of the soldiers riding close to him. The soldier glared at him and shouted..
I looked up from my book, into the eyes of my scowling grandmother. I closed my book very slowly, and watched as Grandma Georgina folded her arms across her chest.
“Sorry, Grandma, I guess I got way too into my book.” I said apologetically.
“Clearly.. ” she replied, replacing the scowl on her face with a grin. ” I was going to say that it’s time for bed.”
She took off her flour-covered apron and walked out of my bedroom.
I pulled out from my closet my cotton, yellow, nightgown that had flowers embroidered on the shoulder-sleeves. I struggled into them as I grumbled to myself.
I sat down on my window seat, and brushed out my long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair.
The sun was setting, sending streaks of pink and purple along the horizon. I gazed across the beautiful fields that bordered the stables, and the small ring where I spent a lot of time riding ponies in.
As I looked out onto the property, I thought about my deceased mother and my father whom I had never met. I had been living with Grandma Georgina and Grandpa Tom since I was five years old, when my mother sadly passed in a tractor accident. I still had a vague memory of her.
A knock on my bedroom door shook me out of my thoughts.
“Lights out.” Grandma Georgina said softly.
I climbed into my bed, and pulled the gingham covers over myself. Grandma Georgina came gave me a kiss on the forehead and bid me goodnight. I lay in my bed, thinking about what the prince in my book would do if he were in my shoes. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
I looked up, bleary-eyed, to see what had made the loud noise that awoke me from my slumber.
“Pluto?” I called to my cat, being careful not to make too much noise.
Maybe a bird hit the roof?
A soft wind blew against my cheek, causing me to shiver. I looked over toward my window,to investigate. I pulled back the curtain to check for Pluto, but everything seemed normal. The moon hung beautifully in the sky, and the breeze felt- wait, breeze? My window was opened halfway, big enough for a human to barely slide through.
I swore I shut that… I thought.
I reached to close my window, but stopped in my tracks at the sound of loud mewing in the fields.
I frantically grabbed blankets and bed sheets from my closet, and tied them all together to create a sort of rope to help me get from my window to the ground safely.My ‘rope’ was finished, and I looked down at the far ground, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst. I took in a single breath, turned my back toward the outdoors, my feet on the very edge of the window, and took a leap of faith toward the ground. The cold,sharp, wind blew all around me, my long hair swirling around my face.
My feet finally hit the ground, and I toppled over onto my side. I looked down at my red, blistered hands, and winced. They felt like they were on fire.
I have to get to Pluto! I thought fiercely to myself.
I shook my head, as if to shake away the pain in my hands, got up from the ground, and dusted the grass off my nightgown. I took off running, my mind whirling with horrifying thoughts of what could have happened to Pluto.
I reached the edge of the fields, and stopped to catch my breath.
“Pluto! Pluto! Plu-to!” I yelled into the night.
Nothing. There wasn’t a single noise.
I ran around the field, screeching Pluto’s name. Finally, I stopped by a tree trunk, and sat down beside it. Covering my face in my hands, I broke down into tears.
Pluto’s probably lost in the woods, and I can’t do anything about it! What will I tell Grandpa Tom?
Pluto was given to me by Grandpa Tom. I remember the day he brought home the small scrap of fur Pluto was. Grandpa had found him stuck in a thorn bush, by the stables when he was cleaning tacks. Pluto still has a scar on his front paw from an injury he got in the bush. I had looked past the scars Pluto bore, and was always admiring his dark tabby pelt, and bright green eyes. Pluto had helped me feel better during my toughest moments.
” ‘Scuse me?”
I looked up and saw a girl a bit older than I was, with icy blue eyes, dark wavy hair, and she was holding…
“Pluto!” I screeched.
Pluto was curled up in the girl’s arms, purring softly. He looked up at the sound of my voice and meowed.I jumped up from my spot and carefully took him from the girl’s arms.
“H-how did you find him?” I implied.
“I was taking a walk on my parent’s property, and came across your cat, scampering around.” She replied.
“Where do your parents live?”
The girl pointed toward the direction, in which Grandma Georgina and Grandpa Tom’s ranch house was.
“Wait, that isn’t possible…”
The girl looked at me, boldly, in the eye. Just by looking in her eyes, I could read the message she was telling me.
Was I really getting to see my mother when she was around my age?
“This is where you can always find me.” She said softly pointing toward my heart.
I gasped. Mom rested her hand on my shoulder, and everything blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was awake in my bedroom, with Pluto sleeping soundly by my side. The sun shone and there wasn’t a single sign of what I had experienced last night.
It must have been a dream. I met my mother in a dream..
I pointed to my heart, just like my mother had in my dream.
I found you, Mom. I found you.