SERIES OF SHORT STORIES
WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
April-May 2013
PART 9 HORSES PART I
Horses I
The little wooden box begins to pull Sophie towards a raging force! “I don’t want to spiral around and around in this strange whirlwind!” Sophie shuts her eyes and tightly holds onto the box because her feet wildly fly into the air! “Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Aidez-moi! Help me!” Poof! She vanishes!
Sophie bursts through time and space like galloping horses! She is pulled in every direction like a ragdoll that dogs fight over. Nord, Sud, Est, Ouest, each wind whirs and rouge, bleu, violet, and vert become even more radiant and blinding!
Fenêtres open in front of Sophie and the four winds zoom away into each window, but Sophie is preoccupied by something more startling! She hears a voice she’s never heard before echo all around her! It sounds strangely familiar, and Sophie gets frightened! “Je suis votre grand-mère Elizabeth.”
The deeper Sophie goes into the unknown, the more it feels as if she treads water. “Ugh! Zut! I feel trapped in pudding…like I’m stuck in custard!” Sophie is a cloud suspended in the unknown! The four colors suddenly turn into rain and lightning and the peculiar voice booms like thunder! Sophie shuts her eyes and wishes that everything could go back to the way it was before!
The little wooden box slips out of Sophie’s grasp and she quickly opens her eyes and swims towards it, trying her best to reach it! Oddly enough, the thunderous words shake inside of Sophie’s little wooden box; it slowly opens and ticks like a music box, and puts Sophie in a trance. Like lightning, rouge, bleu, violet, and vert mix with this thunder and transform into a person! Sophie stares as the four colors wade in front of her like a hologram.
“Mère?!” “No Sophie, Je suis votre grand-mère Elizabeth. Your grand-père Peter always said Gwenny was the mirror image of me!” “Your père tells me you are learning French, très très bon!” Sophie is intrigued but perplexed! “Where did my animals go? Where are my toys? Were you in my wooden box all along? How do you know ma père?”
Eliza omnisciently smiles, “It is a long story, so I will show you!” The four winds burst through the windows like a stampede heading directly towards Sophie, but in all actuality, Sophie is the one who is moving like wild horses towards the fenêtres at a rapid speed! Elizabeth wades above the wooden box like a genie and sweetly smiles at Sophie; Eliza embodies peace itself, but Sophie is hesitant and scared!
Pour être continué…