Sunday, October 08, 2006

Sunday Scribblings ~ Outdoor Assignment

It was getting late and she was very tired, but no one would know by her stance that she was eighty five years old. She held her back ramrod straight and her stride was steady and determined. Passers by tried to make eye contact, but she would have nothing to do with commoners. She always found the people in this country simple minded and lacking in social graces. Bound for home, she increased her pace and breathed a great sigh as the key entered the lock. Closing the door behind her, the weight of her back leaned against it and she was sure to bolt it tight before removing herself. No one knew just who she really was and she wanted it no other way. Her life was a memory and sharing her story would force her to accept that she had grown old, was alone and a stranger in this foreign land. Years ago she was cherished and adored by her own people as their Princess and the heiress to the throne of the blessed country of her birth. Years ago she was young, beautiful and secretly in love with a man not of her standing, but wonderful beyond any dream she could imagine today. Her Father would have killed her had he known of their affair and if it were her decision, she would be dead, because life without her lover was a miserable existence. She was alive because of him, alive and the only member saved of her slaughtered family, thought dead herself. She was here, in this country, breathing, eating, sleeping and living because of him. And

all she had left was her smallest crown that she placed at the top of her ancient bed to guide her dreams and the last note that was handed to her by a stranger right before she fled from her home, her love, her life. Every night she took out the letter that she read by candle light, worn with time, tears and travel. She carefully placed the weathered paper all alone in the drawer by her bed, blew out the candle and laid her weary head on the silken pillow. She closed her eyes, still seeing his written words that were memorized and seared behind her lids ~ My Darling Grace~ Though the leaves are turning~ never will my love change for you. If I should die, let it be while holding a shield over your heart. Forever in Your Service and in your arms ~ Richard. She lay there wondering if he knew that as he was writing such endearments of love, he was also sealing his fate and her future forever.


Blogger Catherine said...

This week's assignment is going to make great reading as I travel round all the blogs. I really enjoyed your imaginings of the secrets of an old woman.

1:52 AM  
Blogger bb said...

Oh my goodness - what an amazing romantic you are Darlene! I love the mocked up letter (Richard's handwriting is almost as beautiful as yours ;-)) how did you age the paper like that? - genius.

My absolute favoutite part was the smallest crown guiding her dreams - what an enchanted talisman!

Ravishing story.

love to you x x x x x

2:48 AM  
Blogger GoGo said...

it caught my attention from the beginning all the way through, and it ended with me wanting more. To know more.

good job.

4:54 AM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

i love the journey this took me on in my mind. beautiful. i do want to know more but am also satisfied with this little peek into her world...
and i love your deep, rich, romantic soul.

6:37 AM  
Blogger Deb R said...

This was a fabulous story, made even better by the wonderful photos. You swept me away to a whole other world for a few minutes!

6:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a wonderful story of enduring love, the faded letter her touchstone. I'm new to your blog will definitely be returning.

8:38 AM  
Blogger twitches said...

I love the pictures with the posts - you have a way with language that is musical and flows well.

10:50 AM  
Blogger bronxbt said...

i agree with bb... what a romantic! eep! wondrous excerpt!

i may be outstanding alone in my field, but romance rulz.

hey, i made 'ellie' famous for you on fuzziechads, in case you didn't see! eep!

hope yer well.

3:13 PM  
Anonymous Teresa said...

I want the next page, you can't stop there! Simply beautiful. I love the handwritten piece. Very nice!

Have a wonderful evening! It feels good to be back on the computer again. Missed you too!


7:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is lovely.
I read this last night after my ride.
I love the way you write Dar.
Such talent!

9:44 PM  
Blogger Shaz said...

So Beautiful............

3:16 AM  
Blogger Shaz said...

So Beautiful.........

3:16 AM  
Blogger Susannah said...

you ole romantic you :-)... beautiful... and a glimpse into your tender soul xx

3:37 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

oh wow! after reading this all i could think was, i want to know more, i want to know more...

2:58 PM  

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