Lily and the Ladder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story and an unusual take on the fairytale Jack and the Beanstalk.

 

Once upon a time there was a girl called Lily who lived with her mother on the edge of a small town in the middle of a forest. They were accomplished embroiders and made lace tablecloths and clothes to sell to the other villagers. One day Lily had to go to market and sell their wares so she set off through the forest with her basket. On her walk into the town she passed the biggest tree she had ever seen that went all the way into the clouds, silently she wished that one day she could find out what was all the way up there in the sky. She carried on her merry way and reached the market where one villager gave her a packet of flower seeds in exchange for a small lace doily, “These are special seeds”, said the woman. “They are the prettiest seeds in the world and they flower within twelve hours, but be careful, they are magical and will grant you your biggest wish!”

When she got home that evening her mother was furious after finding out that Lily had accepted seeds in exchange for some of their fine work so she threw them out. Later that night Lily sneaked out of her bed and into the forest to find the seeds, she then planted them under her favourite tree in the forest eager to see how they flower. In the morning her mother sent her off to market again and told her to only accept money for the lace and nothing else.  On her way she came across her tree in the forest, only now there was a ladder that had grown all the way up to the top. She now knew what the old lady had meant. Curiosity got the better of her and she began to climb the very tall ladder eager to see what would be at the top. She kept climbing until she went above the clouds and there she saw the most magnificent tree house, it was the most intricate of houses made from oak carvings and tree leaves. She went up to the huge front door and racked the knocker that was in the shape of a big oak tree. A deep voice echoed throughout the house and all around it, ‘Who is knocking at my door??’”, the tree house dweller said. The door swung open and a huge oak tree with two eyes, a nose and a mouth answered. Lily screamed and ran around the back of the house finding a milk pail to hide behind. She hoped that because she was so small and he was so huge he might not see her. “Wee waa woo wee, who has come to see me?”, the old oak sang and Lily sensed a kindness in his voice.

She came out from behind the milk pail and extended a hand, as this was the only way she knew of introducing herself. He looked into her eyes and saw no anxiety there so he took her hand with a twig-like finger of his and kissed it lightly. “No-one comes to see me up here, I suppose it’s because of how high my house is! One would say I’m a lonely old oak. Say, what’s your name?”, he said.

“My name is Lily, sir. Do you mind me asking what your name is?”, Lily replied unsure about addressing him as ‘sir’.

“My name is Trebore, kind lady. How did you get up here?” asked Trebore, although he knew the only way she could have got up here was by the ladder.

“I…I…I used a ladder that appeared under your tree after I planted some special seeds there. I wanted to know what was up here.” Lily replied, bemused at how unusual that sounded.

“I see. Well then, as it is you’re here now and I am glad. I haven’t spoken to anyone in one hundred years, and I’m seven hundred years old! Say Lily, do you like tea?” asked Trebore, hoping she would say yes.

“Why, yes. Yes I do Mr Trebore” Lily said, noticing how thirsty she was.

“Well then, what’s say you and I get the fire going inside and have a nice cup of tea!”.

They both talked about their lives and loves until Lily realised where she was and had to go home in fear of being late. She said goodbye to Trebore and promised to visit him in a few days time, and to this day Lily still goes to visit Mr Trebore in his tree house to have cups of tea by the fire.

 

Word Count - 774


Submitted: November 20, 2012

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