Lady in the Fountain
Celeste chewed the tip of her
pencil thoughtfully. She knew
she wanted to write a poem, but had
no idea what to call it, nor what it was about. She tapped her foot
Celeste was the only twelve year old
writer she knew. She wrote books, but never shared them with
anyone. She also didn't use a computer to write her books. Celeste
always thought that writing it with pencil on paper was more
romantic. She had just finished a novel, and whenever she did that,
she always tried to take a break from novels and come up with some
kind of poem.
The, she wrote. Sighing, she ran her eraser furiously
over the paper. Was this
what writer's block was like? Celeste had never experience it
Just then, she heard an odd noise
outside. She was curious. Celeste and her parents lived in a fairly
quiet part of town, and an even quieter apartment building. What
could that be?
Celeste brushed the soft pink curtain
away from her window and peeked out. What she saw next was nothing
like anything she had ever seen before.
She saw a man and a woman. The woman
was wearing a long white dress walking next to the man. They were
standing next to the beautiful white fountain right in front of
Celeste's bedroom window.
The woman was crying. The man grabbed
her neck. Celeste widened her eyes in horror. He faced the woman,
and they talked for several minutes. Celeste wished she could
All of a sudden, he grabbed her
again, and dunked her head in the fountain. The woman struggled and
kicked her legs but it was no use. Celeste bit her lip to keep from
screaming. She wanted to run away, but she couldn't tear her gaze
away from the sight.
Eventually, the kicking stopped, and
her body was still. The man pushed her entire body in the deep
fountain. He glanced around to see if anyone had watched. If
Celeste was going to back away, this would've been a good time, but
she stood unmoving, tasting the blood on her lower lip.
The man saw Celeste's frightened face
in the window. He glared so fiercely, Celeste scorched under his
piercing blue eyes, which she could see from two stories away. For
moments, he looked at her, and she looked at him. He wouldn't come
into the house, there would be no escape, he would get caught right
away. Finally, he ran off.
But she knew. He would come after
her. Next time she left the apartment, she would be next. With a
shaking hand, she scribbled the title of her poem onto the
notebook. Lady in the Fountain.
Celeste Lewis's body was found a
week later. She was drowned in a pond while visiting her
grandmother's house with her younger brothers.
The police found the lady in the
fountain, and were genuinely puzzled of who had done it.
When they found Celeste's body,
they went through her personal belongings, and found her poem, Lady
in the Fountain. She had described a man drowning a woman in front
of her very eyes. After that, it took less than four days to find
the killer. His name was David Miller.
The lady was his wife. She killed
his younger brother. She hadn't known that he had known. It cost
the lady her life.
David Miller killed himself before
the police officer could even tell him his rights. So in the end,
no one lived. Well, except Celeste's family.
Celeste was buried in a beautiful
cemetery, next to her grandfather. The only sounds at her funeral
was her weeping family. Her brothers tried not to cry, to be tough,
but tears leapt out of their eyes faster than they could control.
Celeste paid the ultimate price for justice, without knowing it.
Forever thanks to Celeste and her lady in the fountain.