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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Blue (10/08/09)

TITLE: Princess Clara
By Marie Fink
10/13/09


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Upon entering the dusty dimly lit attic my eyes immediately caught a glimpse of sparkle in the corner. In a flash the shiny object was gone. “What could it have been?” I muttered to myself as I carefully walked through the strewn boxes, trunk, and odd items of yesteryear.

Stepping gingerly I pondered, “The last time I was up here, my sister and I were playing hide and seek and she couldn’t find me for 45 minutes.” That was a very long time ago. As sisters we couldn’t be more different, but on one thing; we both loved our parents and they cherished us too.

We were to gather here at our parent’s home in less than 24 hours for Thanksgiving, but I arrived early and wanted to dig for buried treasure. Mom was caught a little off guard at my premature promptness, but I was glad to lend a helping hand at last minute preparations for house guests.

It was really our dear sweet cat’s collar, brilliant with sapphire studs all around, that we wore on her for nearly fourteen years, which I desired. Mom was sure she hadn’t discarded it and suggested the attic search. Our beautiful Himalayan marvel came to us as a gift from our wise parents when I was seven and my sister was nine years old. They thought the little ball of fur would help Sophia and I get along better if we shared the responsibilities of owning a playful dependent pet.

Our parents were most often correct about what we needed when we were young. This wide eyed feline warmed her way into our hearts very quickly and we would have done anything to spend time with her. For a long while we didn’t even mind feeding or cleaning up after her. However, we had our tribulations over this adorable kitten. I wanted to name her, “Princess Cerulean” because of the beautiful color of her eyes, and the fact that I was somewhat of a budding artist. Sophia wanted to name her, “Princess Clara,” because her favorite book was, Heidi.

Sometimes Sophia thought I was the favorite child, but when Mom exclaimed that Clara was a better name for the cat, I was crushed for a little while, and Sophia was lifted high in spirits. Our energetic Clara brought out the best in us sisters, therefore, Sophia allowed me to brush and dress the kitty as I desired for weeks after the naming of her.

During one lazy summer afternoon a few months after receiving Clara, Sophia and I decided that our regal lady needed jewels to accent her lovely coat. We promptly broke open the plastic bank we shared together and counted the various coinages. We had five dollars and thirty-eight cents. This was enough to buy an exquisite collar, one that matched her glassy azure eyes, like ours too.

Clara’s crowned jewels caused quite a stir with her! We performed a coronation ceremony to don them upon her royal neck, but she wanted nothing to do with the polished gems. It took four attempts, lots of scratches on our hands and arms, and more patience than we knew we had, to fix the collar on our lively Clara. Mere hours after adorning our princess, she seemed to strut a little more royally than her usual swagger.

Something startled my awake, but dreamy state as I crunched lightly over an object underfoot. It was the brilliant blue collar wore by Princess Clara for so many years until we lost her on one adventurous night. The vibration of my entrance into the attic must have toppled it to the floor which explained the glitter I saw upon entering.

The luster of this crowned jewel came back with a breath and a swipe of my sleeve. I couldn’t wait to show my sister and reminisce with her about Clara. Recounting events and story telling had become quite a family tradition, especially at Thanksgiving, ever since my sister and I became adults. We both missed our cat terribly when we went away to college, but had fond memories to share and much in common for many Thanksgivings into the future.


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Joanne Sher 10/18/09
Lovely descriptions and such an engaging story. I truly enjoyed reading this piece. Love the voice!
Brenda Rice 10/18/09
So well told. This is most interesting and pulls you right into the search in the attic. It's also a good use of the topic. Very good piece. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Ruth Brown 10/25/09
I thought I remembered this story. I am sorry I didn't comment on it. I really liked it. Keep writing! Blessings, Ruth Brown
Brenda Shipman 11/02/09
It is obvious that many years of "recounting events and storytelling" (that is one word BTW) at your family gatherings have served you well - this is good writing! I'm not a lover of cats, but I thoroughly enjoyed this story! Just a couple of tiny suggestions... "that we wore on her" would be more concise as: "that she wore"; "wide eyed" is hyphenated (wide-eyed); "coinages"? Why not just say, "coins"? I loved the description of the coronation ceremony - so cute. You have a natural flowing style that is so enjoyable to read. I have a feeling you won't be in the beginner's level for long.