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Cup of Tea, Spoonful of Memories
#WritcoStoryPrompt38
The two girls jumped over the hopscotch they had drawn on the curb with white chalk. It was their favourite game and they would be at it for hours. Truly, it was such a happy little memory.
And truly, it is clinging unto dear life in the hearts of these girls, who were once so very little.
"Catherine, dear", said Petunia to a freshly-painted door, once upon a time, when the sky began to grey. She gazed upon the tray she was holding. Oh how her eyes tried to glimmer! After all, reunions are indeed such a happy moment.
"Come now, your tea is getting cold".
..
It was autumn when they first met. Reddened leaves had taken away the children's summer holiday, not that things were too different anyway. You see, back in the old days, children tend to play outside with their friends. Especially, if you were as playful as little Petunia was.
Despite having none of her neighbors went to the same school, she still enjoyed going. After all, she had heard that a new student was coming. With her brown locks tied with a lovely pink bow, she merrily waited for this mysterious student to appear.
...
"What was she like, grandma?", asked little Christine. With a soft smile, Petunia caressed her sweet granddaughter's adorable brown locks. Like a mirror of the past, was what she looked like. Only, these days girls no longer use bows on their hair.
"Why, she was as shy as a tulip!", chirped Petunia. "Now be a sweet girl and carry this for me", she said as she handed her granddaughter the tray she had been carrying.
"Oh for crying out loud, what is taking her so long?", she thought.
With a grin, her little Christine excitedly began to help her favourite grandmother. The only one she had.
...
Indeed, that new student was truly as shy as a tulip. Catherine, her name was, and the whole class was in awe. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.
Of course, children can have crushes too. And when she was first introduced, all the young lads surrounded her with questions, and questions, and questions. Each, she answered timidly.
One asked her where she was from, another asked what she liked to do, and one asked what her favourite animal was.
Each of the boys offered her an empty seat, even the girls too. In less than a day, she grew popular. Yet her timidness drew them away in less than a week. That is, before they returned to their curiosity the day after.
...
"Is that why you befriended her, grandma? Because she had no friends?", asked little Christine with a hint of sadness in her voice.
Her grandmother laughed. "Heavens, no! Oh of course not!", she answered. "All I did was make what everybody wanted to happen, that is all".
...
"Come, Cathy, we are playing hide and seek!", she said all those years ago. Words Catherine had heard over and over. Was there not anything better to do? A better game to play?
Funny enough, she was never tired of saying yes. She needed a friend, yet only cared to only have one. After all, this friend of hers had plenty already. Does that not mean they were her friends too?
We could say it was so. If it weren't for Petunia, none of them would've exchanged words. And here they were, exchanging words.
With a smirk, Petunia elbowed her friend.
"See? I told you she was just a little shy".
...
"Grandma, I'm tired. Can we put the tray down?", said little Christine as she began to pout. "Please..".
Sweet old Petunia had forgotten about the tea, and realised both of them had been waiting for an hour. No signs of her old friend Catherine it seemed, hence she sighed a tired sigh.
"Oh dear me! Why, perhaps we could sit down for a while..", she said, and they both began to sit. "How strange.. Usually I was the tardy one in the group!".
Christine was a bit concerned. Looking for answers, she asked her grandmother.
"Grandma, are you sure she's home?".
Petunia was just as unsure as she was. But it could not be otherwise. Her fingers intertwined in hurry and in worry. Her gaze fell on the cold marble floor.
"Nonesense! As far as I know she was not the kind of person to break a promise".
...
On the fifth week after their first encounter, Catherine had grown to be more and more confident. It all happened faster than anyone could even think!
"Come, let's play hide and seek!", said, not so surprisingly, Petunia. She was just never tired of that game. Everyone else was, though, but she was just so very convincing. As if there was a.. Spell.. A spell which encouraged its audience to play hide and seek regardless how dull the game had become.
Except, it didn't work on Catherine. Now bold enough to speak up, she introduced her friends to a new game.
With a chalk she had...
The two girls jumped over the hopscotch they had drawn on the curb with white chalk. It was their favourite game and they would be at it for hours. Truly, it was such a happy little memory.
And truly, it is clinging unto dear life in the hearts of these girls, who were once so very little.
"Catherine, dear", said Petunia to a freshly-painted door, once upon a time, when the sky began to grey. She gazed upon the tray she was holding. Oh how her eyes tried to glimmer! After all, reunions are indeed such a happy moment.
"Come now, your tea is getting cold".
..
It was autumn when they first met. Reddened leaves had taken away the children's summer holiday, not that things were too different anyway. You see, back in the old days, children tend to play outside with their friends. Especially, if you were as playful as little Petunia was.
Despite having none of her neighbors went to the same school, she still enjoyed going. After all, she had heard that a new student was coming. With her brown locks tied with a lovely pink bow, she merrily waited for this mysterious student to appear.
...
"What was she like, grandma?", asked little Christine. With a soft smile, Petunia caressed her sweet granddaughter's adorable brown locks. Like a mirror of the past, was what she looked like. Only, these days girls no longer use bows on their hair.
"Why, she was as shy as a tulip!", chirped Petunia. "Now be a sweet girl and carry this for me", she said as she handed her granddaughter the tray she had been carrying.
"Oh for crying out loud, what is taking her so long?", she thought.
With a grin, her little Christine excitedly began to help her favourite grandmother. The only one she had.
...
Indeed, that new student was truly as shy as a tulip. Catherine, her name was, and the whole class was in awe. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.
Of course, children can have crushes too. And when she was first introduced, all the young lads surrounded her with questions, and questions, and questions. Each, she answered timidly.
One asked her where she was from, another asked what she liked to do, and one asked what her favourite animal was.
Each of the boys offered her an empty seat, even the girls too. In less than a day, she grew popular. Yet her timidness drew them away in less than a week. That is, before they returned to their curiosity the day after.
...
"Is that why you befriended her, grandma? Because she had no friends?", asked little Christine with a hint of sadness in her voice.
Her grandmother laughed. "Heavens, no! Oh of course not!", she answered. "All I did was make what everybody wanted to happen, that is all".
...
"Come, Cathy, we are playing hide and seek!", she said all those years ago. Words Catherine had heard over and over. Was there not anything better to do? A better game to play?
Funny enough, she was never tired of saying yes. She needed a friend, yet only cared to only have one. After all, this friend of hers had plenty already. Does that not mean they were her friends too?
We could say it was so. If it weren't for Petunia, none of them would've exchanged words. And here they were, exchanging words.
With a smirk, Petunia elbowed her friend.
"See? I told you she was just a little shy".
...
"Grandma, I'm tired. Can we put the tray down?", said little Christine as she began to pout. "Please..".
Sweet old Petunia had forgotten about the tea, and realised both of them had been waiting for an hour. No signs of her old friend Catherine it seemed, hence she sighed a tired sigh.
"Oh dear me! Why, perhaps we could sit down for a while..", she said, and they both began to sit. "How strange.. Usually I was the tardy one in the group!".
Christine was a bit concerned. Looking for answers, she asked her grandmother.
"Grandma, are you sure she's home?".
Petunia was just as unsure as she was. But it could not be otherwise. Her fingers intertwined in hurry and in worry. Her gaze fell on the cold marble floor.
"Nonesense! As far as I know she was not the kind of person to break a promise".
...
On the fifth week after their first encounter, Catherine had grown to be more and more confident. It all happened faster than anyone could even think!
"Come, let's play hide and seek!", said, not so surprisingly, Petunia. She was just never tired of that game. Everyone else was, though, but she was just so very convincing. As if there was a.. Spell.. A spell which encouraged its audience to play hide and seek regardless how dull the game had become.
Except, it didn't work on Catherine. Now bold enough to speak up, she introduced her friends to a new game.
With a chalk she had...
