Signs

Continued from Signs

April 24, 2019

Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me…

Psalm 27:10

So off the princess

went to jail

and all the people

who had gathered—

returned to their homes

to watch the news.

And there, in a dark prison cell, the

princess sat down and quietly cried.

“What will you do now, Princess?”

She looked around, it was dark; she saw no one.

“Ahem? Ok. I rephrase the question?

Princess, what will you do—now?”

(that was the first time anyone ever called her ‘Princess’)

“Excuse me? Who said that?”

All was dark except for a bit of light that came through a window up high.

She thought she saw

something—a shadow move.

“Who’s there?”

“Ta-da! ‘Tis I—Monsieur Claude Chenille—‘World Traveler’; at your service, Princess.”

And just

then

she

saw

a tiny caterpillar,

wearing a tiny beret,

come crawling

down

the wall

from the window

up above

and met her eye to eye.

“A talking caterpillar in a beret. Great. Now I’m losing my mind…”

“You were expecting a cricket, perhaps, eh? Or maybe a hippopotamus?”

“A talking caterpillar and a comedian! Well then funny little bug,

tell us a joke and cheer me up.”

“As you wish”.

And he bowed low

Cleared his throat:

“Knock-Knock?”

“Who’s there?”

“Me.”

“Me who?”

“Exactly! Who are you?”

At this

the princess,

knowing

she

was

altogether crazy

for talking to a bug—and a bug wearing a beret no less—

giggled.

“Ah—you know what they say, Princess-‘if you can’t laugh you will cry’!”

This, of course,

made her cry.

“Why do you call me ‘Princess’? Are you being mean to me?”

To which the little bug piped up: “Oh mon amie, non!

Are you not a Princess in need of a little joke??

Something to make you smile?

C’mon Cherie Poulet.

You know Me!

And you know I

would never leave you!

So, tell me-what are you going to do now?”

The Princess sighed,

wiped the tears from her eyes,

looked directly into Claude’s

“What choice do I have? I’m locked in prison if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Did you check the door to make sure it was locked?”

Truth is,

she just

assumed it was locked.

Sure enough though—

it

was

open.

“Did you think Fear could keep you locked up?”

“I—didn’t know…

But still,

that won’t solve anything.

They will look for me.”

“And you don’t want to run from

Fear, eh? Just shows up one night

and it’s ‘off with your head!’”

(her eyes lit with laughter at vision of it)

“No.”

“Well, then” he turned to climb back

up the wall

to the window

where the light was fading—

“You know

what to do

and I have

other business

to tend to

so I bid you

Adieu”

“Wait!” She protested, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

“My dear, Princesse.” (and here Monsieur stressed the accent)

“You are never alone…”

And she exhausted, smiled,

closed her

eyes

and fell

asleep.

Author: NZain

Survivor in training.

14 thoughts on “Signs”

  1. This is a great description of fear and hate vs Hope and light…It’s always sad to read such injustice and hate
    It’s so brave to mention such details
    Thank you for sharing, looking forward to reading the rest ❤

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    1. Thank you, Friend for saying so. I often wonder (perhaps too much) what our society would look like-what the world would look like-if every person who hates just simply dropped the negativity all together. Just stopped hating. But now I’m fantasizing 🙂
      As always, I appreciate your input here. I’m glad you like this fairytale-off to prison with our princess! 🙏🏻

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  2. Lovely post!! I feel like this should be a book! I definitely think you are on to something, I wonder which direction you will take this…. I am not going to say anything more, will wait till I’ve read the next installments :D. On a side note, hope you, Hubby and Mister Cat are doing well, and enjoying your nightly star gazing :). Full moon tonight :).

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