The Golden Frame

  

     The frame glinted in the dim light of the twinkling stars and of the beaming moon overhead. Adriana drew closer to the intriguing work of art, entranced. For all of her 14 years she had wondered about this stunningly beautiful frame with no picture inside. It had been in her family for – how long, no one could remember. The strange thing was, it was obviously cherished and honored greatly, but no one in her family could explain to her why. Or rather, they wouldn’t explain to her why. The young girl was never allowed to touch the frame; she was forbidden from feeling the coolness of the intricately curved metal. Whenever she asked why, they told her, “It’s not your time to know, Adriana.”

   Well.

That didn’t sit well with the curious and strong-willed girl. She felt as if she was meant for the frame. Whenever her longing gaze caught on the shimmering rectangle, she could almost feel it speak to her. Tonight, Adriana would find out what secrets lay in the golden frame, hanging in the parlor of their house. Her pale pink nightgown floated around her as she ran noiselessly down the stairs and through the grand double doors of the parlor.

There it was.

Catching her breath, the girl slid to a stop in front of the frame. The loops and swirls of the delicate edges beckoned her enticingly.

“I’m here,” she whispered. Somewhere deep inside her, she felt an answer.

   I know. Are you ready, Adriana?

  Taking a deep breath, Adriana brushed back her golden hair and slowly reached out her shaking hand… The tips of her fingers touched the corner of the frame.

  She felt the presence of the twinkling stars outside swirling around her for one split-second. The frame seemed to envelop her, and she felt herself being lifted off the floor.

And then she was gone.

That Girl Over There

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