Sandy tiptoed lightly in the almost-dark. The surface felt hard and flat like a rock, but it didn’t suck the heat from her feet. It looked brown like a tree, but there was no bark. Moonlight filtered into the room through a humongous square hole in the wall between the floor and the ceiling. Everything here was so square, such sharp angles, nothing like what she was used to. There was only silence as her tiny feet tipped on their toes around the corner of a tall wall with writing on it, then she stopped short. There it was! The source of the mouthwatering smell she had been following in the crisp fall air outside this place.

Like everything around here, it was gigantic and the aroma this close was almost overpowering. Sandy’s mouth watered so much she had to run her finger under her lip to keep it from escaping. If you could put a mirror in front of her face right now, she would have been lost to a fit of giggles at what she called her “Awe-ful face,” the one that is full of awe. Her eyes were round and her mouth hung open, stretching out the ever-present dimples in her plump, rosy cheeks. Her hands clasped under her chin, she slowly tip toed forward, still listening to the silence for any sign of life. Her round, jaw-hanging face slowly morphed as she considered the delicious smelling thing. Her lips came together and cocked to one side, making one dimple deeper than the other and her eyebrows pushed together and lowered toward her be-freckled button nose.
“Why does it smell like apples if it doesn’t look like apples?” she wondered to herself.

She stretched out a finger and touched a rough, crackle-y, crumble-y edge. For being as big as a pond and smelling so delicious, it sure wasn’t very pretty. Moonlight washes the color from things, but come on, this thing must not have had much color to begin with! The edge was darker than the middle, though both were bumpy. The middle had soft bumps like small hills and valleys on a grass covered knoll. The edge was harder and sharper looking like the rocks she had seen layered in the mountains. Then a faint glisten caught her eye. In the middle, there were small cracks that glistened in the moonlight. At first, Sandy thought there was only one, but she soon noticed quite a few of them in a pattern. That had to be how the wonderful smell got out! Before you can say boo, Sandy was hovering over one of the cracks stretching out a finger. When the finger hit her tongue, she immediately plunged her whole hand up to her wrist into the hole and scooped out a big, dripping glob. She opened and closed her mouth and used her tongue as if she were eating a big blob of ice cream. It was sweet and spicy and although she couldn’t see what apples had to do with anything, this yummy sauce would taste wonderful with some! Suddenly, it dawned on her. The bumps! They must be chunks of apples! She had never seen chunks so big, but after all, an apple could feed her entire family for a week or more, one scoop at a time.

Without thinking, she plunged her arms in up to her elbows on either side of a nearby bump. She dug down into the sweet goodness and grabbed hold of the slippery underneath side of an apple. She pulled and sat down hard when her hands slipped up the gooey sides and sucked out of the crusty lid holding down the apple. Sandy giggled out loud and then smacked a gooey hand over her mouth. She sat still and listened, but she didn’t hear any movement. She stood now with her hands on her hips considering the reluctant bump. Trying to keep the goo to skin ratio at a minimum, she opted to use her heel to crack the crusty lid all the way around the bump. She kicked her heel down and tried to stop it before she went feet first into a pond of goo. She considered herself successful when only the bottom and not the sides of her silk slippers were gooey. She put both hands under the now miniature lid and threw her weight against it to get it to tip and fall to one side. There before her was a chunk of apple bigger than her head, covered in thick, speckled goo. She knew it must be heavy and the goo would not help in getting this odd shaped object away from its friends. She could see now that the whole thing was full of huge chunks of apples swimming in speckled goo. The words “give up” never occur to Sandy. She squatted down and lifted an edge slowly towards the surface. Panting and blowing stray hair out of her face, she didn’t quit until she heaved the huge chunk out and up.

Just then, she heard shuffling coming from the other room. “What have I done?” she thought, alarmed. “They’ll see!” She paused for a moment too long as she considered if she had time to heave the apple chunk back into its hole and put the lid back. Just then, the door knob across the room clicked and Sandy felt panic rise into her throat. She jumped and flew for the open window that was now streaked with pink and orange announcing the sun. She kept her eyes on the door as it cracked open and a head just taller than the door knob peeked out. Just a glimmer of recognition flashed across the small big-person’s face before her hand shot up to her eyebrows as the rising sun cleared the window sill and sent a ray to fill the room with light. Sandy counted on the sun to erase her memory from the face she had seen peeking out between the door. She looked back only to wince as the person poked at the apple Sandy had left on top and then she had to dodge behind a leaf as the girl’s eyes darted to the window with wonder. “Whew!” Sandy brushed the hair hanging in her face back with the rest before she realized that she was still sticky. She rolled her eyes as she turned on one heel and stalked along the branch she had alighted upon.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t old enough to be out exploring all night by herself if she wanted to, but now she’d be tired and people would ask her questions.

Tell me in your comment what you saw happening in this practice piece. 🙂

Diana Lee Sagers

About Diana

Diana Lee Sagers was born in Utah, raised in Arizona, started college in Idaho and finished it in Utah where she develops many talents along with writing such as sewing and baking. She was thrust into the world of disabilities when her oldest daughter was born and has since found her niche comforting, consoling, supporting, educating, advocating and also being a friend to many other parents she has met along the way. Her love of writing can be traced back almost as far as when she first learned how to spell and she has boxes of stories to prove it.

4 thoughts on “Sandy

  1. This was a fun read I think you did a great job of showing the girls expressions and emotions. I think that it was fun to read about the apple pie and I’m not sure if the girl was a pixie or if the kid coming in was a giant. I think I’m going with the pixie thing because of the expressions and behavior. It seemed very innocent. Anyway great job!!

  2. Oh, I loved it! I honestly was sad the story was over. I’d love to see more through the eyes of the fairy!!

  3. Yep! A fairy discovering an apple pie for the first time. 🙂 On a table with a box of cereal, no less. 😀

  4. Hmmm
    Missed the cereal, but figured out the apple pie.
    I agree with Josh – I think a pixie would be a good way to go. A fairy would be even better because she could fly to get away after the encounter or hide somewhere near the ceiling.

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