Violet and the Velvet Underground
“Hold on to the umbrella,” said Sprite.
But Mrytle was having second thoughts. “Maybe I should stay home. How do I know I can trust you?”
“Listen to your heart,” said Sprite. “It always knows the answers.”
Myrtle stopped and listened. Sprite was a friend, she was sure. And this could be a wonderful adventure. Ok, she would go, but she was still a little nervous.
“The handle is too big. My hand won’t reach around,” she said.
“Just put your hand on it. It will hold on to you. It’s magic!”
“Where are we going?” Myrtle asked as they flew through the rainy night.
“I have a friend I want you to meet,” answered Sprite.
Myrtle didn’t ask any more questions. She just enjoyed the view. She was glad the umbrella was holding on to her. She felt very safe.
They landed at the edge of the forest not too far from Grendleford. Myrtle had been here before, but it seemed totally different. She was surprised to find that she was the same height as the grass.
“Is the grass really tall here?” she asked Sprite.
He laughed. “No, silly. I told you it was a magic umbrella. Don’t worry. It will magic you big again when you go home.”
Sprite held the umbrella up high and it disappeared. Then he walked quickly toward a dim light. Raindrops sparkled like crystals as they got closer to the light. It came from what looked like a little cave, but was really a very small hollow at the base of a tree.
Sprite disappeared into the opening. Myrtle followed along, not wanting to get lost, but she stopped when she stepped through the opening. The walls were covered with something very soft and shiny. She touched it. It felt like velvet.
“We call this place the Velvet Underground,” explained Sprite. “Because the walls look like velvet. It’s moss, really, though.”
The space was lit with little lanterns. And the ceiling went way up, as far as Myrtle could see.
“This is who I wanted you to meet,” said Sprite.
“What?” asked Myrtle. She was entranced by the walls. But she remembered the stories of people enchanted by the fairies who forgot to go home, so she tore herself away. She saw a fairy all dressed in purple. She was spinning around close to a lantern and then away and laughing. She was dancing with a moth, who was laughing, too.
“Violet, this is the girl I was telling you about.”
Violet landed in a heap on the floor. The moth kept dancing around the light.
Violet looked a Myrtle for a long time.
“She’s the one?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Sprite. “And Myrtle, this is Violet.”
Myrtle wanted to know what one she was, but Sprite and Violet looked at each other and didn’t answer. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea, thought Myrtle.
Then she heard singing. It was a woman’s voice singing a lullaby. The voice came from down below. As Myrtle’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw a winding staircase to the left of the entrance to the tree.
The music made her feel sad. Her eyes welled with tears. That voice sounded just like… But that was impossible. What on earth would her mother be doing here? She headed for the stairs.
To Be Continued…
So that’s the second part of the story. And now I’m caught up on my stories! I missed a week a while back. I realized that I have a whole bunch of unfinished illustrations and unfinished stories. I’m getting the urge to finish some stuff up. I’ll wait until the end of the A to Z Challenge. After all, we’re all the way up to .
And I’m heading off the the SCBWI Wild, Wild Midwest Conference this weekend and…..
Well, that’s it for today.
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