“Woo, Kellie! That’s about as
appetizing as the haggis they had at breakfast!” Joe groaned as he changed
Kellie’s diaper.
“That’s not funny,” Janie called
from the ensuite bathroom of their charming room at the Heriott Park B&B in
Edinburgh. She came into the room, still fitting her earrings, to admonish Joe.
“They’ve been lovely here, even giving us a larger room for Kellie’s crib. And
what have I told you? Don’t—”
“—diss the haggis,” Joe said,
making Kellie laugh with his funny faces. He swung her up and gave her a kiss,
then stepped over to kiss Janie. “Okay, my lovelies, where are we headed this
morning?”
Janie shook her head and laughed.
“Over to Holyrood Park. There’s a palace and an abbey, plus lots of room for
Kellie to run around. Better take your book. I am planning on getting a lot of
great photography done.” She held up her new DSLR, purchased for this trip. Joe
laughed and held up his iPad. “I’m loaded, but I know I’ll be on Daddy-duty, if
you’re busy with that.”
The spring sun burned away the morning
mist as they walked south through Edinburgh to Holyrood. It had rained since
they arrived in Scotland, but the day promised to be gloriously sunny and warm.
Janie burned pixels on her DSLR, getting used to its features, taking shots of
buildings, people, a cat in a window, doorway gardens.
As they entered the park, Janie
pointed to the abbey ruins. “Look, Joe, that rainbow looks like it drops right
down into the cathedral. Let’s go see if there’s a treasure inside!”
Joe laughed, “I think you’re
confusing your British Isles mythology, but whatever you say, dear.”
Janie stuck out her tongue at him
as she continued, “The light is really good now, and there’ll be too much glare
later.” Joe nodded agreeably and they wandered around the abbey grounds and
into the open remains of the cathedral. As they walked under the broad expanse
of arches that framed the entrance, Janie pointed out another rainbow had
appeared in opposition to the first. She cocked her head in confusion, looking
around the sky. “I don’t understand where they’re coming from…” she muttered,
snapping pictures as fast as she could focus.
Only the abbey walls remained
standing, rows of arches that reached to the open sky. The walls were curiously
clear of mold, mildew, ivy or any other stains of aging. In the center of the
nave stood two pillars that were covered in moss, any descriptive carvings lost
to time.
“Down! Walk!” Kellie fussed to
get out of her stroller, and Joe unsnapped her belt and helped her down. She
toddled ahead, scuffling over the tiny gravel as she chased lazy pigeons. Joe
followed her across the nave’s open center, while Janie was occupied with her
viewfinder. She looked up from a statue of the Virgin Mary that looked as sharp
as if it had been carved yesterday to see a third rainbow in the sky.
She looked around for Joe to
point it out—she’d never seen three rainbows at once. He was on the far side of
the nave, watching Kellie toddle toward the two moss-covered pillars. Janie
watched Kellie with a smile, and then a flicker of light caught her eye.
She looked up to see the rainbows
were moving. Auroras? She thought in confusion. A fourth rainbow had joined the
three, and they wiggled across the cathedral’s open view of the sky, angling
over the four corners of the nave. Janie looked across for Joe, but he wasn’t
looking up. No one was. She looked back to see the rainbows arching in pairs
from the corners to the central pillars, creating a lattice of colored light
over them.
Kellie ran between the pillars,
and the rainbows flashed down to the ground and disappeared. Janie blinked.
Kellie was gone, too. Joe was running toward the pillars. Janie dropped her
camera and raced to meet him. They stared in desperation, calling Kellie’s
name.
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Kellie ran towards the pretty
lights. She reached up and laughed when they surrounded her. She looked around
to show her mommy and daddy, but they weren’t there. The building was darker.
She looked up and saw the roof. That made her frown. She could see the sky a
moment ago. She looked around again for her parents. “Mommy? Daddy?” she said,
uncertainly.
A nun heard the child in the
nave. She stood from her prayers at the Virgin’s alcove and looked around the
pillar. A little girl stood in the nave, looking lost and confused. Sister Mary
Eileen shook her head. “Oh no,” she muttered. She quickly walked over to the
child, who was stuffing her fist in her mouth and getting ready for a real
fuss. Kneeling, she took the child’s hands in her own. “Come child, let’s go to
the kitchen, shall we, and see if Cook has any bread in the oven.”
Kellie studied the lady in the
long dress. She had pretty eyes and a mouth that looked like it smiled a lot.
Bread from the oven sounded nice, and Kellie had left her Cheerios in the
stroller. She nodded, and the lady stood and led her out of the abbey, toward
the palace kitchens.
Dogs in house:
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Houdini, Brindle, Bacon
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Music:
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Robert Sequoia, Bequest
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Time writing:
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Several breaks, including some research for this piece, so
maybe 1 hour writing?
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April word count:
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4733
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Oh no! I hope Kellie gets back to her parents. The nun seemed to know what was going on. (Says someone who may very well take a toddler to Hollyrood Abbey...)
ReplyDeleteIf you don't mind, I'm going to hang onto my piece for the day -- I wrote something that I think might actually turn into a short-short, and as I've never written a complete story in less than 300 words, I'd like to give a go at polishing it. Happy to share offline once I have, though!
LOL Just watch out for the rainbows *wry grin*
DeleteOf course, good luck on the short-short. I've continued 2 things I started here and hope to publish, but realize that I'll have to explain I shared the beginnings here. Hopefully that won't shoot me in the foot.
Let me know how this one goes!