A Tale of the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
a girl misses her friend the wind

Submitted: March 10, 2016

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Doing homework with the obnoxious sound of four corgis barking next door is impossible. Or at least that was what Schmurple told everyone. She had sat down to do her homework in the living room, like normal, getting about halfway through before the corgis interrupted.

Schmurple picked up her notebook and her pencil. She walked to the den on the opposite side of the house and threw herself into a large, red beanbag chair. She opened her notebook to continue her homework.

It had barely been ten minutes when the Nicholsons next door began their nightly argument. They screamed at each other so loud you could not only hear them, but almost make out the words as well. Schmurple grimaced at the sound of her wretched neighbors. With the shouting curses, slamming of doors, and just plain screaming, Schmurple could not concentrate. She gathered her things yet again and trekked to the sun room.

The sun room was meant to be a greenhouse, but Schmurple and her parents all had black thumbs. Instead the sun room held wind chimes. For more than one reason the sun room was Schmurple’s favorite room in the entire house. The room had three glass walls and a slanted glass ceiling. Sunlight poured in at all times of day, reflecting off the wind chimes in a way that made Schmurple awestruck. At noon the rainbow colors of Schmurple’s first birthday wind chime were glossy and beautiful. Schmurple’s trip to the renaissance resulted in a wind chime with a fairy topper that became the most splendid orange when the sun was in its final descent. Schmurple loved this place.

Though the sun room was beautifully lit, that wasn’t even Schmurple’s favorite part. Every time Schmurple entered the room she would open the windows. The open windows allowed for the entrance of the wind where it would bounce off every wind chime there was. The sound was melodious. Schmurple could easily ignore the corgis and the arguing with the music of the chimes.

Recently, however, there had been no wind. As much as Schmurple loved the way the sun shone on the wind chimes, the room didn’t hold the same effect without sound. Schmurple had even tried making her own wind and hitting the chimes, but the jingle was not the same.

When Schmurple entered the room today her intention was to do homework, but she still followed her routine of opening all the windows. Though Schmurple had no expectations of wind since nearly three months had passed without it. She never felt the wind in her hair as she strolled to school, nor did she see it move the leaves in the trees. She thought it a sadder world without the wind.

Schmurple and the wind were old friends. The wind had always been there for Schmurple since her delivery to her parents. The wind had actually saved Schmurple that night.

 

People say storks deliver babies but really they just package them up to go. A stork will take a baby and place him or her gently in a basket. The next step is for the stork to tie a balloon to the basket. The stork will then wave and say goodbye as the wind picks up the basket and carries it off. Then the stork moves on to the next one.

Schmurple was an unlucky baby. The balloon attached to her basket had a hole no bigger than the eye of a needle. The stork who packaged Schmurple and prepared her for departure wasn’t even aware. The wind picked up Scmurple’s basket and sent her off. But when the wind released Schmurple so she could gently float, she dropped. Acting quickly, as wind does, Schmurple’s basket was caught and brought back, the balloon replaced. Once again Schmurple was sent towards her prospective family. The wind watched her float along for almost a mile just to be sure she was safe.

Two minutes had passed since the wind looked away when Schmurple’s luck worsened. A violent storm was brewing. The storm clouds were as numerous and darker than a black hole. No moonlight could penetrate them. The thunder was so loud you couldn’t hear a baby cry. The lightning was the worst of all, striking every which way with no target in mind.

Poor baby Schmurple was startled by the thunder and began to scream a loud screeching wail. Lightning shot out from the storm clouds, missing Schmurple's basket by inches. Thunder. Lightning. Thunder. Lightning. Zap! Schmurple was hit by a streak of purple lightning. The world seemed to stand still. Schmurple stopped crying. Schmurple stopped moving. Schmurple stopped breathing.

The wind was preparing to send off another basket when she just couldn't. Something was wrong. She rushed off to where she left Schmurple. When she arrived Schmurple had been still for nearly six minutes. The storm was still going. The wind used all her power to direct the next bolt of lighting she saw at Schmurple. Maybe she could restart her heart.

The bolt of lightning zapped Schmurple. She took in a small, shallow breath. Schmurple lived.

The wind made sure Schmurple got to her intended family. She didn't leave her until she was safely on her for step. If she had left Schmurple could have been hurt again our ended up with one of her neighbors as her family. The wind did Schmurple many favors that day. That was the beginning of Schmurple's friendship with the wind.

 

Schmurple was finished with her homework. She was going to put her things away and find another way to keep herself busy when she heard a very faint tinkle. She knew that sound anywhere. It was the wind chime she had been given when she broke her arm. It was a blue wind chime with stars and a moon hanging at the center. She jolted to the far corner of the room where the wind chime was hung and looked up at it. Schmurple felt no breeze. There was no more sound.

Schmurple was ready to walk away when the wind chime on her left sounded. She could faintly feel the wind. One more jingled. The wind grew stronger. Another wind chime! Until all the outermost wind chimes were singing together. Schmurple could feel the wind mess up her hair in the most delightful way. The soft tinkling moved towards the center of the room and as it did the wind chimes on the outside of the room stopped moving and singing. For a moment Schmurple was overjoyed because the wind was back! She began to laugh, happier than she had been in weeks. But as the feeling of wind left and the final wind chime stopped moving, stopped singing, Schmurple stopped laughing. She knew it would be the last time she would feel the wind.


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