LADY BIRD (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig
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LADY BIRD (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2015) dir. Wes Anderson
âThe Little Thingâ
Every day, I saw her.
This little thing, looking through her window with binoculars.
I was too far up the hil, I couldnât see her face, but she was there. Every morning at around 8am. I tended fields at that time. a farm hand doing labor chores for a few dollars a day, so Iâd just pass her. & Iâd constantly wonder what she was looking at. There was a rather large & canvassing oak tree at the top of th hill, like something out of a storybook. Placed there by God, or whatever forces that gave me work for a reminder that fairy tales could be real. That amidst the common denomination of birds, clouds or the sunrise, she could be looking at me.
So one day, I decided to do something on my day off. I bought a bedsheet from Mrs. Abernathy, the largest I could, spent my 2 months salary on it. I got some black paint, & wrote my once upon a time on there, âWhoâre you looking at?â, stringing it up on the tree, waiting until 8am. & like clockwork, the little thing came out to the window, binoculars on, as I stood beside the tree. Then disappeared. My heart beat a hundred miles a second, worried she would never come back, that my assumption was just that.
& she held up a napkin, reading âAbout damn time.â
The little thing was my Princess. Sheâll always be my Queen. & damn, am I lucky every day that she found me worthy enough.
(Story by @lostinastainedglassdaydream Inspired by above pic Please do not repost words without credit)
With love from the owner of this photo, to owner of these beautiful words <3