I ran, trying not to trip over my skirts, and held the swinging lamp as steady as I could.
Staying at Aunt Louise’s stern home for the entire school holiday would be torture. So I lie on my bed and stared at the only interesting thing in the house.
Not long now, excitement bubbled as I hurried down the cobbled corridor lit only by a narrow crescent moon.
I sighed and blew out the candle. The gilded frame and its mysterious, dark alleys sank into gloom. I turned, only twisting back when an unexpected bobbing light emanated across the room.
I reached the gilded frame set at the cul-de-sac, hitched up my skirt and stepped through and there I was, staring at my intrusion in amazement…
I jumped when the girl climbed through the frame…
“Don’t be scared!” I grinned at my younger self, “That boring summer isn’t boring anymore!”
Love the way the story has two perspectives!:)
So cool that her older self came to save her from boredom,would be interested in hearing more about their adventures sometime 🙂
I love this trip into time travel; saving one's self from boredom. If only. . . Xxx
Really well put together; like the concept, and well presented.
Well presented in a mystic way.
One boring summerI lapsed into solipsismIt's its own rewardJzB
Brilliant! What a terrific story!
a great take on the prompt Lisa!
Freakishly BRILLIANT. That is all I have to say. Love, love, LOVE this…!!!
Thanks everyone! This pic was fun…and I'm liking the next pic just as much (one week later!)