It was the best birthday present she could have asked for, a seemingly magical pen from a great aunt from a rather curious shop in an old alley way in the city. For the first time in her life she didn’t have to write in code, mixing up letters and numbers in a form of jumbled nonsense that even she had difficulties interpreting later on.
All these years she had been frustrated at the lack of privacy she had endured, with each discovery of his secrets on her pages, a pillaging invasion of her inner world unfolded, the thermometer in the room would rise a couple of degrees as anger seethed heat from his pores as she stood stark still in horror while he read each word out loud, then cornered her for more as he scrunched up the precious secrets with his calloused yellow fingers then cut up the crumpled pages with dirty scissors and threatened the same treatment to her wrists or neck next, anything to make it stop. A volcano, that’s what she felt like, all that hot lava swishing around inside, burning, spewing, bubbling, but she was never was the erupting type.
She knew deep down anger was not the best way to deal with things, it was not the best approach, most especially with him. She had been taught manners, and how to be polite, like all good little girls are. So she folded her hands together, pressed her lips tight, fought back tears, and when he had exhausted himself in his cruel attempts at extracting more, she excused herself from the room.
The words flowed from the pen, so fine, the letters entering the page as if she were writing from a pin. As the letters formed the ink turned as white as the page, the camouflaged words of a chameleon, that only she could see.
The pen flew faster and faster, the secret words had grown wings of a bluebird and moved with speed and grace across the lines in her notebook and melted into the white fluffy cloud coloured paper. She thought of flying and becoming one with the clouds, like the angels that she heard from above, but never actually saw, and only ever on cloudy days. She heard singing from above mixed with the gentle patter of rain, and knew that they were right, it was worth the wait.
I took a little blog writing vacation when I went back to Canada in May, and now that I’m settled into June, and back into my Australian routined life, my creative mind came out to play. I decided to write this little story for a linkup at World of my Imagination blog. The prompt is the photo above, and the words to be included in the story are: manners, pin, chameleon, thermometer, birthday.