When Two Worlds Meet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic

So used to living in a bustling city, Melanie feels lost and alone after moving to her grandmother's in the country until she discovers that the country isn't as boring or as quiet as she had first imagined.

"Just don't sit there collecting dust!"

Melanie sulked at her grandmother.

"You younglings have no appreciation for life," Grandma said as she went into the house.  "Mind wandering out in space...not realizing what's happening right under your nose..."

"Mom!"  Melanie hollered.

A huge crow hopped onto the porch and flapped its wings, sounding just like the helicopter's propellers as it zipped past Melanie's window back in the city.

"I said Mom, I didn't call you!"  Melanie snapped.

"Kaaaaawww!"  The crow flew off.


"What is it?" her mother hollered out the window.

"I hate it here."

"Give it time."

"I can't take this anymore!" Melanie stood up. "There's absolutely nothing here. There was always something happening back home." She glanced around the flowery gardens lining the edge of the farm. "I want to go back to the city."

"We've been through this, Melanie, this is our home now."

"Wooohooo!" Grandma called. "Violet, the cakes are ready!"

Melanie sat back down on the porch, feeling empty and lonely. It was so dead here.

She watched trains of ants streaming through a hole on an ant hill, reminding her of people crowding in and out of the subway back in the city.

Suddenly Sparks barked, jiggling his chain, as a tan kitten raced across the walk and under an azalea bush, disturbing chirping katydids.

Melanie leaped up and went after it. At the end of the lane, a red-haired, pigtailed girl sat on a rock with ladies'-delights crowded at her feet. Melanie asked, "Have you seen a tan kitten around here?" 

The girl's freckled face scrunched up in thought. "You tried the ol' lady's shed down yonder?" The girl pointed.

"Ol' lady's shed?"

"Sure! It might have went in there." The girl hopped off the rock and led Melanie past crabapple trees surrounded by catchfly carnations where bumblebees hummed. Remembering the sting she got from one of those bees in the city, Melanie folded her bare arms.

They came to a path of wooden steps rising crookedly between thick currant bushes and stopping at a wooden shed that reminded Melanie of her favorite tree house back on the city playground. A squirrel -- like the city park squirrels -- carried a pecan across the shed's roof. Hornets flew around a nest on the eaves just as busily as the neighborhood kids who used to run around the corner store.

"Let's go in here." The girl opened the door.

Melanie looked around. Cats roamed everywhere. A beige one rubbed her leg and Melanie picked it up.

"Cats come here often," the girl said. "Yours might be hiding."

Melanie set the cat down and inspected the room: pothooks above the fireplace held sparkling pots and kettles covered with glossy new spider webs; a wrought-iron potato-boiler stood alongside a gridiron.

"Who lives here?" Melanie asked.

"No one," the girl said as a chipmunk scurried under a wooden tankard. "This belongs to Ol' Lady Mackly."

"Ol' Lady Mackly?" Melanie said. "That's my grandmother."

The freckle-faced girl smiled. "No kidding? She never told you about this shed of hers?"

Melanie shook her head. "We've just moved here."

"She used to work from dawn till dusk taking care of the farm and she was proud of it. If there was one thing that Ol' Lady Mackly hated it was missing out on something important, and to her everything was important. That's why she kept all these things."

The girl leaned against the banister and blew a silky new cobweb off a shelf filled with tin ware and glistening empty glass bottles hanging next to a boarded window. A spider crawled down the smoking-tongs resting beneath it. "I've never heard of anybody who loved to keep busy so much."

"What's wrong with that?" Melanie asked. "I hate being bored, too. You can't just sit around collecting dust." She watched a ladybug race a fire ant across a tinder-box on the banister post.

Melanie followed the girl out a different door and into another flower garden surrounding a lily pond. Colorful crocuses, water irises, water lilies, dwarf brooms, and more bloomed near the pond's edge.

The tan kitten leaped across Melanie's feet and chased a dragonfly to the shed. A larger cat gripped the kitten's neck in its jaws and carried it inside.

"I didn't know Grandma had all this," Melanie said.

"The story goes that Ol' Lady Mackly believed that there was a job for everything in this rich world," the girl said, picking a white honeysuckle. "And that being lazy was a sin."

A robin carrying twigs for a nest flew over them.

Movement by the pond caught Melanie's attention. She gasped as an extremely large snake squiggled between the rocks and slithered deeper into the water.

They rushed back into the shed and shut the wooden door.

"Boy!" Melanie told the freckle-faced girl. "You sure have a lot happening around here!"

The End


Submitted: August 17, 2015

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