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!”