A Stranger and a Strange Meeting
It was the first time she had ever lied to her Mom, in sixteen years.
There isn't much to do outside, at night, on your own but look at the stars - and if she was going to look at them, Violet wanted to know about them. So, using the excuse she wanted to paint the cellar ceiling accurately, she had asked for a book about astronomy, with constellations, and her Mom had brought one back from the library. At the time her palms had been sweating and she'd struggled to keep her voice steady - now, sat outside, she felt oddly powerful. She had lied, and her Mom hadn't known - she could lie. It was almost a revelation to Violet, although very likely the feeling of control would not last long.
Few sixteen year olds have complete control of their lives, but fewer still have as little as Violet. Locked in a basement for most of the day, never allowed to speak to anyone else, never having met anyone else, with every book and film she received monitored before hand - she was like a child, naive, innocent and ignorant of the real world.
Her house, and now her back garden, were all she knew - and this was only the second time she had been in the latter. There was a small window, level with the outside ground but high up from her bedroom, and one day, leaning her head against it to watch the puddles, Violet had discussed the wood was warped and rotting, the catch was loose, and she could push it open. It had taken another two days before she had summoned up the courage to sneak out. It should have been a wonderful experience...but she was as lonely, and as bored, as ever, with no company, nowhere to go and nothing to go. Honestly, the idea of leaving the garden filled her with panic which gripped her heart, but that didn't change the fact there was little to do within the fenced area - till the book idea had occured to her.
Wearing old fashioned pyjamas, the top buttoning up like a man's shirt, the bottoms puddling over her feet due to her height, the blonde was sat cross legged on the bench, the book open on her lap and lit by a torch as she looked from the text to the skies. Her full lips murmured the words as she turned the pages and repeatedly squinted up at the heavens.
