This little thing, looking through her window with binoculars.
I was too far up the hil, I couldn’t 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 I’d just pass her.
& I’d 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, “Who’re you looking at?”, 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 “About damn time.”
The little thing was my Princess. She’ll always be my Queen.
& damn, am I lucky every day that she found me worthy enough.
(Story by @lostinastainedglassdaydream
Inspired by above pic
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