(This is the first chapter of a Children’s Story I am working on.)
Thelma woke one morning. It was still “dark morning” as she had always called it when one of her parents had awakened her for school or some early morning traveling before sunrise. “Is it dark morning?” she would ask.
This time it wasn’t her parents or older sister, but colorful light glowing or rather dancing in her room. There were no sounds. Usually these days, she would awaken to raised voices in the kitchen, her mother arguing with her sister or father. They must still be sleeping she thought. Then she quickly threw off her blankets and hurried to the corner of her room where the dancing lights were bouncing up and down in a basket. She stubbed her big toe on the comfy chair next to her desk, but not hard enough to slow her down and only a quiet yelp escaped from her mouth. She peered into the basket. What she saw was extraordinary! The basket was filled with small glowing seeds of every color bouncing up and down. There was a note folded on the side of the basket. She lifted it out and turned on the small light on her desk to read it. It was hard to take her eyes off those seeds. One part of her wanted to hide them like a secret treasure so no one else would see them or take them, but she turned her eyes to the note now and read:
“ Plant these: Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, goodness, faithfulness and self-control. These seeds will die unless you plant them. Outside in your backyard you will find a bicycle in a tree. The bicycle will show you where to plant these seeds.”
Thelma quickly put on her robe and slippers and headed for the back door. There was Skiff her beloved mutt curled up sleeping on the mat in front of the door. He opened his eyes and wagged his tail as she approached.
“OK, Skiff you can come with me, but no barking, understand?” She whispered as she patted him on the head.”
She opened the backdoor and off they went towards the one big tree in her yard. Sure enough, there was a bicycle hooked up to the trunk of the tree. She could barely reach it. But with a little hop she was able to unhook the bike and bring it down. The basket fit perfectly to the handle bars.
“Ok, here goes!” She whispered to herself and Skiff as she climbed onto the bicycle and set off. The bicycle had a mind of it’s own! She was going to peddle down the street but instead the bicycle went around her house. She tried again as the driveway came up on the right but again the bicycle went bumping around the house and one more time again. Then she remembered in her frustration to steer the bike, that the note said the bicycle would show her where to plant the seeds.
“Oh! I’m supposed to plant the seeds around our house!” She parked the bike against the house and began digging little holes for the seeds under the kitchen window. She carefully placed a few of the glowing seeds and covered them back up with dirt. Then all along the sides of the house she repeated her task until she ran out of seeds, which happened to be where she had started. The bicycle was gone. Then she noticed the early morning light painting the eastern sky. She glanced over to the tree and caught a glimpse of the bicycle disappearing into the thick foliage of the tree.
As she and Skiff opened the back door she met her parents and older sister coming downstairs.
“Hey, you’re up first this morning! How did that happen?” Bea, Thelma’s oldest sister asked.
Thelma didn’t answer, she just walked over to them and gave them all hugs and said: “I love you.” Then together they went into the kitchen to make breakfast together.
© 2016 Julie Clark