I have already put a post on about the inspiration for this story and it comes from The Smuggler’s Song by Rudyard Kipling.
I think that this is a great poem, full of vivid images for a child’s imagination! In fact for anyone’s imagination! My story will be about the little girl who hears the Gentlemen go riding by – here is a bit of the opening for you! And of course the poem itself.
THE NIGHT HORSES
The thundering sound of horses careering through the dark night woke me up last night and I itched to open the curtains and peek out. My father’s stern warning paused my hand from pulling them back. “I’ll beat you black and blue if I hear of you telling about horses in the night.” Not an idle threat with my father. My mother just pleaded ignorance. “What the eye don’t see…” was one of her favourite expressions. My curiosity was going to get me into serious trouble one of these days, or so I kept being told. How was I supposed to resist? I tucked my hands under my body and lay on them to prevent myself from reaching for the curtain. I made a funny fish shaped lump under my sheets with my hips sticking up in the air, as I stared at the dark ceiling. Continue reading
“more than anything else was … CHOCOLATE. Walking to school in the mornings, Charlie could see great slabs of chocolate piled up high in the shop windows, and he would stop and stare and press his nose against the glass, his mouth watering like mad. Many times a day, he would see other children taking bars of creamy chocolate out of their pockets and munching them greedily, and that, of course, was pure torture. Only once a year, on his birthday, did Charlie Bucket ever get to taste a bit of chocolate. The whole family saved up their money for that special occasion, and when the great day arrived, Charlie was always presented with one small chocolate bar to eat all by himself. And each time he received it, on those marvellous birthday mornings, he would place it carefully in a small wooden box that he owned, and treasure it as though it were a bar of solid gold; and for the next few days, he would allow himself only to look at it, but never to touch it.”
― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
“Spring had come once more to Green Gables-the beautiful, capricious Canadian spring, lingering along through April and may in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth. The maples in Lover’s Lane were red-budded and little curly ferns pushed up around the Dryad’s Bubble. Away in the barrens, behind Mr. Silas Sloane’s place, the mayflowers blossomed out, pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves. All the school girls and boys had one golden afternoon gathering them, coming home in the clear, echoing twilight with arms and baskets full of flowery spoil.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables