I highly recommend that you check out Dianne's answer to this challenge. It's looking like she and I are the only participants this month, so I don't mind singling her out. She wrote an awesome story for the challenge. It's magnificent. And really good. Just found out that there was another PCF participant. Please check out Jill's story - in two languages (French and English), no less.
Here are the pictures R.E.H. gave us to work with and their assigned roles.
LADYBUG'S SONG: A Love Story
Lucy “Ladybug” Johnson had moved with her family to
Her second favorite place in her
“You look like a ladybug yourself,” he had chuckled. She had looked up from her task, embarrassed, to see the kindest most handsome face ever in the history of faces…. Or that was how she felt about it. Martin had gone on to ask her if she knew the history of the ladybug song. When she nodded, “no,” he had explained how in Medieval England when farmers would set torches to the old hop (used in flavoring beer) vines after the harvest as a way of clearing the fields for the next planting, they would sing this little verse as a warning to the ladybugs that were still crawling on the vines in search of aphids. The ladybugs' children (larvae) could get away from the flames, but the pupae, referred to as "Nan" in some versions, were fastened to the plants and thus could not escape.
“Cool,” she had whispered, smiling. “How did you know that?”
They had been 15 at the time, but she had loved Martin from the very first instant of seeing him. He had felt the same way. Later they decided that they had known each other in another life. At least one. They shared so many interests. But there was something more than that. They were connected. Even that first day, they had known they were friends, more than friends, from the first word. Maybe that was how love at first sight worked. Maybe it was just people meeting again across time and space. Whatever the reason, she and Martin had become instant friends and then they had become more than friends.
Tomorrow, with college now behind them, they were to be married. Twice actually. Both ceremonies were to take place in the elegant The Lotus Flower Restaurant that belonged to Martin’s family. Ladybug loved Martin’s parents. They were a complex mix of modern and traditional. And they were kind, like Martin. They had welcomed her into their lives with open arms. And they had welcomed her family as well. The weddings would take place in the Lotus Flower's huge banquet room. The whole restaurant was elegance itself, but rich and warm and embracing. The walls were squares of red, white and rich mahogany wood and the seating was likewise rich mahogany wood with red and gold bolsters of the finest silk. It was like walking into a
Sitting on the edge of her bed in the apartment above the fruit stand that she loved so much, she felt profound peace mixed with a sense of nostalgia for the childhood she was about to leave. I am indeed the luckiest woman on earth, she thought. And as if to confirm that thought and give its blessing a ladybug landed oh, so softly on her window and then flew away.
(And they lived Happily Ever After)