Burning*Midnight*Oil
ATC, Unlocking Secrets of the Past, Traded
Tired of dressing up in Mother's old party clothes, Susie led Charlie across to the bookcase. There were so many old books... some with pretty pictures and writing with colours on them.
Together, they reach for the red leather book, and, amidst much dust, pulled it to the floor. Susie couldn't read properly but pretended to Charlie that she could. She began telling him the story of an older sister... one that their parents had kept hidden, in this very attic.
Susie told Charlie that this was her book. That Sabrina had written her name and drawn all these pictures too.
Charlie sat, looking at his sister, mesmerised. He was fascinated to hear about Sabrina, who had long golden hair, who slept in the blanket box where all the clothes were, waiting for a prince to come and wake her up with a kiss. Susie drew on her memory for inspiration and kept the story flowing.
Charlie was too young to doubt Susie's story, and whilst Susie turned the pages, the dust disturbed by her rapid movements swam in the dusky light and her words seemed to be butterflies, swarming around them.
Charlie held out his hands and let the dust motes fall through his fingers, imagining them to be Susie's words, all around him... secrets in this book.
ATC, Unlocking Secrets of the Past, Traded
Tired of dressing up in Mother's old party clothes, Susie led Charlie across to the bookcase. There were so many old books... some with pretty pictures and writing with colours on them.
Together, they reach for the red leather book, and, amidst much dust, pulled it to the floor. Susie couldn't read properly but pretended to Charlie that she could. She began telling him the story of an older sister... one that their parents had kept hidden, in this very attic.
Susie told Charlie that this was her book. That Sabrina had written her name and drawn all these pictures too.
Charlie sat, looking at his sister, mesmerised. He was fascinated to hear about Sabrina, who had long golden hair, who slept in the blanket box where all the clothes were, waiting for a prince to come and wake her up with a kiss. Susie drew on her memory for inspiration and kept the story flowing.
Charlie was too young to doubt Susie's story, and whilst Susie turned the pages, the dust disturbed by her rapid movements swam in the dusky light and her words seemed to be butterflies, swarming around them.
Charlie held out his hands and let the dust motes fall through his fingers, imagining them to be Susie's words, all around him... secrets in this book.