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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sizzle (05/02/13)

TITLE: Early Morning Surprise
By Kim Norton
05/08/13


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Cockadoodledoo! My eyes sprang open, startled by the early morning wake up call. I tried not to move. Was it in my room? Cockadoodledoo! There it was again. Without moving my head I shifted my eyes around the room searching for evidence of another life, particularly one with feathers. My body lay still under the mounds of handmade quilts Aunt Cybil draped over me the night before. It gets really cold in the valley at night she told me.

I don't see anything moving except a slight rocking from the wooden chair in the corner where the tattered rag doll sat. The breeze must be coming in through the cracks in the attic slats, but I think the coast is clear. That old rooster must be right outside the window.

The rusted iron bed squeaked as I turned to my side, snuggling the covers up under my chin even tighter. It's so early. It's going to take me all summer to get use to this. Mother warned me that I might not be cut out for farm life, but assured me that I could do anything for a little while. I think she's right. It wasn't my choice though. Since Daddy left, Mother had to leave town for awhile to find work. Uncle Bill said I could stay with them until Mother got on her feet again.

Squeeeeeak. Craaaaack. Another mysterious noise, but this time I know it's coming from inside the house. I slowly pull the covers over my head listening intently to the sounds. This house has to be a hundred years old or more. Last night when I crawled into bed, it must have been hours before I actually went to sleep. I heard every creak, squawk, and knock - in, on, and around this place. How am I to get adequate beauty rest in these conditions?

I heard a few more squeaks and determined Aunt Cybil must be going downstairs. Guess I should get up, too. Breakfast isn't going to serve itself. Brrrr! My feet hit the cold, dark floor like a sheet of ice. I grabbed the housecoat hanging over the bedpost and wrapped myself up nice and snug. Where's a good pair of fuzzy slippers when you need them?

As I made my way down the creaking steps, a beautiful aroma filled the air. Tsssssz. Another unfamiliar sound reached my ears as I neared the landing. It grew stronger the closer I got. Tssssz.....

As I turned the corner to reach the kitchen, Aunt Cybil looked up from her frying pan and greeted with me with her sweet smile, "Bacon?"

Sweet, glorious day! I think I'm going to get along just fine here!


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Mary Knoll Santos05/10/13
Enjoyable piece! Creative. Well done!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/11/13
This is a charming story. I enjoyed your message and could relate to your MC. Good job.
Brenda Rice 05/14/13
Descriptive and fun to read.
Good job.
Sandra Renee Hicks 07/11/13
Hi -

Thank you for sharing the bacon treat story.

Note: I believe that you meant to use the word used rather than use in the following:

It's going to take me all summer to get use to this.