By: Katelyn Tijerina
I awoke to the sound of rain pattering the window and the urge to urinate. After successfully completing my task, ahead lay the next task, falling back asleep. it was unorthodoxly early in the morning, and I did dread being conscious as this time was barely 6:30. to my demise, all that occurred was my tossing and turning. After having given up, I strained my path downstairs in hope of a merciful morning of quiet and so did follow.
My mother departed little after 8 to join her fellow women on the beach for an escape from the dull routine of existence. From there I went on meaningless, in wait for the awakening of my father. After struggling through hours of what appeared to be days, he, at last, rose from his slumber. My perilous journey was far from over as the next task lay before me, after discerning the intentions and wilfulness of my father, I turned my attention over to the awareness of my dear friend whom I had promised to meet on the Saturday of every consecutive week. It was and is a difficult task, living without transportation readily available, but it is a life I have been able to lead.
After the journey of which my father provided, my dear friend Olivia and I sat upon my bed as I exclaimed the problem at hand. At my leisure, I had so excitedly read the tales of the great Mr.Sherlock Holmes of whom I admire greatly. I find the writing exuberant and the action vehement. I explained the best I could of my wish to be a great thinker as Mr.Sherlock Holmes and I thought it enjoyable to attempt to uncode a message before the answer may be revealed. For an hour we worked, when we had yet to uncover more than a single hieroglyph which translated to the letter E and nothing more. surrendering to the problem and accepting defeat, I read aloud as the story unfolded and the pieces fell in place just as I predicted. We were undoubtedly right that the single hieroglyph stood for E, but it was simply placed before us what we had missed; the name of the young lady to whom the story all relates. If you yourself wish to partake in such exciting mesures look after “The Dancing Men” case of Mr. Holmes. We then assumed time for lunch, and I then curated a sandwich for each of us respectively.
The next sequence of the day was continuing on a game we had begun only the weekend before. The level proved quite difficult; after effort wrung trials, we chose to move on with our day.
For the next continuing hours, we sat upon my bed. my eyes heavy, as she hummed a tune which I did not recognize but would not dare impede. as she swiftly made strokes upon her page, we expressed thoughts and laughs as I lay dreamily next to her. As I did, I looked at her profile; her strong blue eyes focused on the page and her dark freckles lining her cheeks, as she hummed or talked.
The clouds stood high in the air but darkened day, setting a light shadow over all the land. The wind did little more than pick up my companion’s long air and attempt to wisk it away, creating a mystical setting. The day was gloomy, but my companion and I refused to let that lessen our fanciful mood as we strolled to the newly furbished swings in the public park, where we chatted amongst ourselves in the wind. On our journey home, however, I kept my stroll and suddenly noticed my partner was missing, I turned around.
“What is the matter?” I cried.
she leaned over tenderly towards something, which until I move closer I could not discern.
“Look!” is all said she
Meeting her I discovered a young turtle freshly hatched laying upon the sidewalk.
“Let us bring it back to the pond, we only discovered, a pew paces back,” said I
My friend moved her slender fingers slowly over the turtle as to retrieve it, to ensure the turtle’s safety.
“If we found it over this way, its home must not be far away,” said she, and as I could not reason differently, she tucked the small animal away in the woods close to their appearance where we parted and -though the creature did not understand our words- wished well.
“I do really enjoy beasts of those kinds; almost to my enjoyment of felines, I almost thought it a toy whence I approached,” said she vehemently
Journeying home, she looked upon the hour and wished to travel home. The happening upon which she came was blocked upon my father’s sleep, and our unwillingness to awaken him. She amended to call upon her grandfather who soon arrived and sorrowfully took her away, all the while my father lay sleeping.
Whence returning my father looked upon me in question. after explaining the happenings, he stretched his strong arms and legs and continued on, wakefully. My father interviewed me on my wishes for dinner, and I soon sunk away to my chambers until I was beckoned again on the subject of dinner. With the understanding that it would be no more than half of an hour before the food should arrive, I sat at the ground level of my home to await the arrival. I attempted to read to wait out the passing time, but my father involved me in conversation which I half-heartedly accepted. He talked of the news and the drama which surrounds our lives; I was then given the errand of running the hound before the rain was soon to start, but most dreadfully we were too late. the dog looked up to me in a whimper, and I could not deny the poor mutt some fresh air, so as the droplets slowly dripped down, caressing my features, I attempted making a quick trip but to my disappointment, the mutt made no move as to complete the task as which this was meant for. In agony, I treaded and explained the situation to my father, who graciously amended me for not getting the dog to complete its task.
The food arrived shortly after; I ate quickly, as my father’s friend would be joining him for entertainment, which I soon found to be of interest. I joined them for a short period then retired to my room.
I took to entertainment and now to writing. No news of my mother has reached me, but that is to be expected, though I should stay wakeful as I could not sleep without ensuring her well-being. It is now which I depart for there is no more to say. I wish you the best and a restful night.
Citations
Voice inspiration from; Arthur Conan Doyle. The Greatest Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. New York, N.Y., Fall River Press, 2012.
Allusion to; Arthur Conan Doyle, et al. The Dancing Men. 1967.
Picture from; Gay, Garry. “Three Sunflowers Still Life In Black And White.” Fine Art America, 2017, fineartamerica.com/featured/three-sunflowers-still-life-in-black-and-white-garry-gay.html. Accessed 16 Nov. 2020.
