It was a mild, grey day. "I think I shall go on a walk." Breathed Marilynn out from behind her book; an ancient volume of Poe. "As the sky hasn't begun crying yet, and the sun hasn't come out to play; I shan't need my parasol." A dainty hand set the book closed upon the small clothed table. Taking a final sip of tea, the girl relieved the cup of her charge with a light ting.
She wandered, with the pitter patter of kitten feet, although they were her own, into the washing room to rid her curls of any misbehaving locks of gold. Her porcelain reflection echoed powder and paint as she grinned on taking leave of the room. Long sleeves wisped past each other, whispering secrets kept from the girl, “Silly things… you never tell me a word of it.” The crème petticoat which fell to her knees rustled with each small mammalian step. And out the door went Miss Marilynn.
Little shoes kissed small stones as she stepped into the outside world. The front door shut, singing a double-click, as though saying good-bye. "I'll be back soon enough, my darling house." She replied, curtsying to the lovely piece of woodwork and glass. Marilynn turned to face the path which was spread before her quite like a delectable tea tray. With yet another aged volume; this time of Byron, in hand, our dainty maiden set one foot before the other; bloomers rustling as they shared secrets as well.
Each cloud, holding the next close, provided our girl with chatting friends. “Hello.” She said to a rather corpulent one. “Good morning.” She said in passing another. Yes, it was a lovely day; the perfect one for a walk, in fact. She had her best blue frock on; the one with gold trim. Marilynn admired a little bench sleeping beneath a tree. How lovely, she thought, a most ideal spot to read. With her milky-white hand she opened the leaves of her book and began reading. A small grin possessed her face like a rare, goodly imp when suddenly she turned her head up.
The young maiden spied a remarkably darkened one over a tree and invited it to a chess match over a cup of tea, but it merely hovered away at a slow speed which reminded her of a tortoise she had a dream of once. “Then go away Mr. Tortoise Cloud. I didn’t want your company anyway!” And at that moment the sky began to shed its nourishing tears and Marilynn set to fretting. “Oh no,” She cried. “I’ve upset Mr. Tortoise Cloud!” Hugging the tree close staying free from the rain to keep her clothes safe from ruin, she wept. “I didn’t mean it! I would’ve loved to have you, I swear by Mummie's grave! Oh don’t cry!”
And at that swear, Miss Marilynn gasped for the raindrops reduced by twos and then by fives and then by tens; then altogether. "Why... What's this?" The young girl questioned. In all her (although few) years, she'd never seen nature act as singular as this! Top think, the sky, weeping at her words and rejoicing at the same but different tone. How queer her sweet Wilhelmina would think this, for kittens never did get any good news. Anyhow, Marilynn had managed to compose herself enough to quit the tree and once again enjoy her misty peregrinate. |
Submission Name: Marilynn's Walk
