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Little Black Book

Somewhere In A Cloud

By TierraPublished 3 years ago 6 min read
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There once was a girl named Corie-Anne,

They called her Corie for short.

She didn’t really have many friends,

She was the awkward kind of sort.

Growing up she was an only child,

The only adult at home was dad.

But dads’ work schedule was very wild,

So Corie, was all Corie had.

The only fun thing to do at home,

Was making up 1 player games.

Stuffed animals made her feel she was never alone,

And they made her feel very safe.

When Corie got too old for that,

Her idea of fun was re-shaped.

She saved her ideas for pens and pads,

Writing was how she escaped.

Corie is much older now,

She’s twenty and has gone off to college.

To herself she made a vow,

That she’d never slack off with knowledge.

During winter break she worked downtown,

As an instructor at an ice-skating rink.

Pay attention because this is where it all goes down,

Life or death, swim or sink.

One day she was working as she normally would’ve,

But her hands were kind of full.

Her co-instructor didn’t show up like he should’ve,

This made her students harder to rule.

With the stress and the yelling, it was way too much,

The chaos she just couldn’t take.

So, she dismissed them all to go eat their lunch,

And she took her an early break.

She grabbed her things and ran outside,

To sit on her favorite bench.

To tell you the truth Corie almost cried

But the tears missed her by an inch.

And in the same moment that she took her seat,

Out of nowhere she started to laugh.

She couldn’t believe she took such a defeat,

There were only 8 kids in that class.

She took a deep breath and gathered herself,

Took out a pen, some paper, and a snack.

She had an assignment to complete by the twelfth,

About how humans interact.

Then her break was almost over in an instance,

Time went as fast as it came.

She tried to write down just one last sentence,

But then someone called her name.

She looked around but no one was there,

“I must be going crazy” she thought.

She looked around again everywhere,

Then behind her she heard a trot.

A strange little man on a strange little horse,

Like magic is how they appeared.

Then Corie said “I must be dreaming of course,

All of this is way too weird.”

Jumping from the horse was this truly short man,

He said “today is your lucky day!

I have something to show you if I can,

I promise it will blow you away!

I know you’ve never seen me around,

But trust me I know you.

And I bet you’re wondering what this is about,

Well come with me and enjoy the view.”

Poor little Corie could not even respond,

She didn’t have a chance to say a thing.

The strange little man waived a magic wand,

And the horse grew two angel wings.

Corie blinked her eyes and she was up on the horse,

And the strange man said, “hold tight.”

And just like that they took off on a course,

Through the clouds and out of sight.

Corie gazed down from the sky,

Still very much in shock.

“Where are you taking me, and may I ask why?

I have to get back on the clock!”

“What you’re about to see is better than a job,

Trust me you won’t regret it!”

Then the man smiled and gave Corie a nod,

“To my home is where we’re headed.”

About ten minutes of being off the ground,

Corie felt dizzy and sickly.

Finally, they landed somewhere in a cloud,

And she jumped of the horse very quickly.

“We’ve arrived!” he said, “but we must move fast,

Up here, things are sensitive to time.

What I must show you will not last,

And we cannot hit rewind.”

He hastily led Corie across a golden bridge,

It was built over cloud-like rocks.

The air was filled with singing in perfect pitch,

And at the end of the bridge was a box.

The man picked up the box and said to Corie,

“Inside are two things for you.

Only you can decide how to end this story,

For you can only pick one of the two.

Each of the prizes are both pretty cool,

So, don’t worry you won’t be upset.

But each of them comes with one single rule,

In life there’s always a catch.

The first thing that I have is sweeter than honey,

Try twenty-thousand dollars in cash.

Never met a soul who did not take the money,

Going straight to the bank in a flash.”

Corie thought about all she could do with the funds,

Especially as a soon to be grad.

Pay down some debt, because she had tons,

She could even lend help to her dad.

Before she took the money and ran,

She asked about prize number two.

He reached in the box and grabbed with his hand,

A little black book that was used.

“oh, this is too easy” Corie said with a smile,

“I’ll take the money over that thing!”

He stopped her and said, “I think it’s worth your while,

Just give me some time to explain.

See, I know you’ve heard stories about your mother,

How she was a dreamer and writer too.

How she could tell a story like no other,

And with words is how she drew.

But on the day of your very birth,

Death came in like a crook.

Your mother had to leave this earth,

But her spirit is here in this book.

Now, I told you that there were some rules,

Well, listen closely and make the right choice.

What I’m going to say could be good or bad news,

It could make you cry, or even rejoice.

Take the money and you can get back to your life,

You’ll go back to earth slightly rich.

But everything here that you saw with your eyes,

Will be like a dream that you forget.

And if by chance you choose the other,

Your time frame is made very clear.

You’ll have one hour to read the words of your mother,

And then the book will disappear.

But don’t worry, everything that you see today,

It will never be forgotten.

Even when your old and gray,

You’ll have a memory that’s uncommon.”

After hearing what the man had told her,

Corie needed some time to choose.

She has never let her emotions control her,

But this time she couldn’t refuse.

With a river of tears streaming out of her eyes,

She knelt down with her head in her palm.

Even though 20k is a very nice prize,

She cried out “I’m choosing my mom!”

And in the blink of and eye she was back on earth,

sitting on her favorite bench.

Feeling like she had dreamed everything that occurred,

She gave herself the hardest pinch.

Sad and confused she packed up her things.

On her face, a depressive look.

But when she stood up, her expression did change,

For under the bench was her mothers’ black book.

She opened it up with so much excitement,

A decision she’d never regret.

Low and behold when she looked inside it,

Out fell a twenty-thousand-dollar check.

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