The Shoe Maker’s Daughter Part 1

I’ll be honest with you guys. I’ve been struggling for a while now with feeling completely void of all things worth writing about. At the moment my spiritual life is not a source of inspiration. I think I’m going to take some time and try to find something that might help me feel a little charged up. But fear not! I’m not abandoning you.

I was going through some of my old files and stumbled across a story I wrote some years ago, but never did anything with. I’m taking this opportunity to go back through it, punch it up a little, and will be posting it here. Hopefully by the time the story is completed, I will be bursting forth with neat and interesting ideas to make us both go “huh.”

 

Once upon a time, there lived a fair maiden who was the daughter of a shoe maker. The maiden was the shoe maker’s only child, and he loved her dearly. Because he had no son, it was often left to the shoe maker to take deliveries to the neighboring villages. Despite that, he hated leaving his daughter alone and made it a point to never venture so far that he could not be at her side in an instant if necessary.

Every time he returned home, they would have a tiny celebration. The shoe maker would present a gift to his daughter, and she would gasp and wrap her arms around him. The gift itself was usually something simple, but the gift itself wasn’t the point. The daughter was content knowing that he loved her enough to think of her while he was away. The duo would then prepare dinner and the shoe maker would regale her with tales of what he had seen and who he had met as they ate.

He would tell her of the meadow outside their village and how one must be careful. There were wild animals and poisonous plants, and a girl could find herself in a lot of trouble if she ended up there! She would laugh and hug him, saying “How much trouble could I ever get into? You’re never more than a moment away from me!”

And so it went, until one day the shoe maker had to make a delivery that would take him a further than normal. He told his daughter to be careful and to be patient, he would return soon. With an embrace and kiss on the forehead, he walked out of their home, leaving his daughter alone with her thoughts.

It just so happened that it was truly a beautiful day. Thinking it contemptible to be kept inside her home, the daughter decided to go outside. It wasn’t long before walking the same old streets and seeing the same old things left her bored. She walked by the village gates when all of a sudden she caught the scent of a most wonderful flower! She was immediately captivated and wanted nothing more than to see what such a flower would look like. She followed the smell until she got to the edge of the meadow.

Looking around, she could see no one. Nervously, but with the pattering of a heart about to stumble onto something new, she closed her eyes and stepped into the tall grass for the first time in her entire life. The grass was soft and enticing. She took her shoes into her hands to better feel the earth beneath her feet and set to looking for the flower. Finally, she found it in the midst of a small clearing.

She approached timidly, her newfound sense of independence waning as she remembered her father’s warnings. Brushing his words away, she knelt down and brought her nose to the petals. She inhaled deeply of its sickly sweet scent, then stood up and wobbled. Something… was wrong. Her eyelids felt heavy, and the world seemed to spin around her. She tried to back out of the clearing, but stumbled into the weeds. Her final thought before being enveloped in the darkness of a deep and magical sleep was how prickly and uncomfortable the ground had become.

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