The apartment was just starting to lose the last of the darkness when loud knocking woke her. Who in the world would dare to knock on her door at this ungodly hour? she thought.
Getting out of bed she grabbed her pile of skirts. One by one she slowly put them on. She knew each stitch, each flaw, and perfection of the skirts she layered on. She had sewn them one by one. Each skirt was a work of art in its simplicity. The color combination, along with texture and patterns is what made each unique.
She was down to only six skirts left. She made a mental note to schedule time to get to the city for fabric shopping.
Sniffing the air she only smelled the bakery next door. She was safe from a fire in her building. The person still pounding at her front door would not be bringing good news. She would need her armor of handmade skirts to keep her grounded.
Nothing good ever came from someone knocking on a front door at dawn.
The pounding noises became louder as each skirt was loving layered over the other and fastened for the day. Her ritual of morning dress ruined beyond repair. Grabbing her Winter shawl she made her way to the front door.
Taking a deep breath she stood on tiptoe and opened the small window in her front door. She proceeded to ask how she might be of help. The reply from her hallway was yelled in a language she didn't understand. Sighing, she opened the door to better communicate with the band of men she had seen through her tiny window.
Men in uniforms were filling the hallway to her apartment on the second floor. One man stood out among them. No words came out of his mouth as he looked at her with eyes that see into a soul. This man was no ordinary policeman. He didn't have to speak to be listened to.
Her spine straightened knowing what was ahead was not going to be over soon. Looking straight in his black eyes she asked if she could help him once again. Adding that she only spoke English.
The officer's eyes widened slightly when he heard her voice. No one noticed but her. He nodded his head at her. A deep clipped voice called out a name. A man barely out of his teens came forward. With a nervous stance, he saluted the officer and waited for orders.
She waited patiently as the exchange was made from the officer to the young recruit. All she could hope for now was the young man spoke a bit of English and had not lied about how much.
~Good Night...
Help someone smile today. It can not hurt you.
Love,
Snook
All photos are found here
Steem Witness's I support
Enginewitty!, Jackmiller!, Guiltyparties!, C0ff33a / Deranged!
Now, that is another great one!! And so unfair to just leave us like that!!
Thank You!!! HUGS
I just posted Part 2 :D
Woke up I the middle of the night and gina told me you had just posted too... So you're awake too... Lol
What!?! I need more of this story! Hahaha
All the skirts...and the police... And what!!!!! More please!!!
What do you mean 'good night' hahhaaa
Wake back up and write more! Lol
Hehee hi snook. ❤️ Hope you're feeling ok!
I have not been ☹️ but getting better a little each day. Miss and love you always
Dreem 🤗
I am so sorry you do not feel well. I know how that is when it goes on for long periods of time. Sending so much love your way!!
Your comment cracked me up and made me very happy. I knew after I read it I would have to write more of the story.
Love You!! SO many hugs sent your way!!
I feel those hugs!!!
Yeah... It's been going on a while and tired of doctors taking my money with no answers... Lol
So.. I'm just trying to figure out how to best heal on my own. Empowering journey...but frustrating journey too.
Love you back ❤️🤗
What... what... what...? You can’t leave us hanging like this! Why the skirts? What will the boy say? Did she do something wrong? What is going to happen next?
If I can make you want to know more then I did a good job LOLL
Thank You for making me smile and help make sure I wrote part 2 today.
HUGS
@tipu curate 0.5
Upvoted 👌 (Mana: 15/30 - need recharge?)
Thank You so much!
Needs to be continued!
@alliedforces curate
Keep up the great work!
The #spreadlovenotwar curation campaign is under the guidance of witnesses @enginewitty and @untersatz.
Thank You!! and part two is now done :D
But, I want to know more about the lady. Sometime in the past couple of decades, I took to wearing two skirts at a time, too, usually a solid-color "underskirt" instead of a slip under a regular skirt. Six at a time seems a bit much, but I can understand why she might do it. And, I have sewn some of my own skirts, too. I love how you said she would: "need her armor of handmade skirts to keep her grounded" and how she grabbed her pile of skirts even before she sniffed the air for the smoke of a fire, thus instilling how important they are to her. I can easily picture her in her winter shawl, walking to the door, skirts aflutter, after the "ritual" of dressing.. love this!
Hello!
This post has been manually curated, resteemed
and gifted with some virtually delicious cake
from the @helpiecake curation team!
Much love to you from all of us at @helpie!
Keep up the great work!
Manually curated by @solominer.
@helpie is a Community Witness.
Thanks for sharing us that story, heard you talk about it on #pypt
Wait... What happened at the end? This can't be the end.... :)
Today you are writing the part 2?
Thanks for sharing! Seen on #PYPT
I've never thought of wearing more than one skirt at a time. Perhaps I should try it.