She stepped out into the teeming cobbled street.
The street held few memories of her - all of most were of her and her husbands brilliance, kindness and all bountiful of admiration. She held the same of the street and everyone in it.
But today, in all the streets busyness it was concealed from its usual chatty volume that habitually thrived with scandal and socialites. The rushed nature of the street was in fretful status - and it seemed at its worst.
Some of the mobs of country populace who noticed the familiar lady stopped in their tracks, to stare wistfully at the opulently young lady standing with all her exquisiteness - whom was still and utterly impassive.
She was richly dressed in a shade of deep gold, that to all could be seen as costly. But her splendorous clothing was not what stopped them, all these people knew her beauty and her wealth.
As the street seemed to observe the peoples hesitation it held still waiting for an answer. People nudged their children to get their attention, others stopped mid-sentence and muted at the sight of the copious slender lady.
The lady's eyes flailed around the silent mass neutrally, before betraying its basis and leaking a hard heavy tear that hit the pavement of the street. This tear brought the street generous restlessness that appeared to affect the masses in it - who instantly stirred uneasily in their hushed molds.
The lady was loved by all, and her emotionless expression keep them in anticipation for they all too wanted to hear her answer.
In all the suspense, the street darkened and the skies above thundered seemed all by the streets makings.
A young boy stepped out of the outline of the streets masses with a pallid handkerchief in his hand. By his clothes and the dirty of his face you could read the infantile boy was not wealthy. He appeared to have been standing with no particular group, which only
explained that he was an orphan.
The boy crossed the street barefooted and soundlessly, and the country populace's eyes' followed the boy. He carried the clean handkerchief to the striking young lady standing in the egress of a fine building. Before the boy reached her he bowed and handed her the handkerchief without making eye-contact. He then turned to return the ample of people - who still stood still waiting - where he came from.
"Stop," the local lady said.
Every person in the masses seemed to begotten a shock, for all of them shuddered at the first word her voice made, which was affluent of significance and precision. Her tones precision was precise to who was to obey it, seeing that the boy stopped in his tracks.
"Come to me, little boy," she said clearly. And the boy came.
He did not look afraid; his face did not show anything but sorrow her the lady. Underneath the grime you could see that he had a handsome face, one that could persuade you to do anything for its sweetness.
The lady whispered something softly into the young boy's ear and the boy smiled in delight.
"He's alive!" he shouted unsteadily due to his explosion of joy.
This was the answer the street, and its masses were longing for. And it satisfied them thoroughly. The darkness and thunder quietened and turned to marvelous white flakes that sprinkled down onto them all. The vibrant people in the happy street turned to hug each other.
The young orphan boy stood staring up at the blissful lady, with a great grin on his soiled face. He pounced and hugged her, sinking his head contently into her stomach, and she laughed and patted his hair.
The lady took the boy in and cared for him. She taught him things and he appreciated her greatly as his second mother. The lady and her recovered husband adopted the orphan boy just three months later. The lady became his mother and he became their son. She adopted 3 more children off the streets and helped many others to find proper homes.
Hiya! Still is quite a strange story, I know. It is truly nothing like what I have wrote before. I have had it stuck in my head all day, so I thought I'll write it no mater how strange it turns out. I love writing incredibly descriptive stories, and this plot just seemed to fit some weird way! Sorry how it ended really abruptly, I didn't want to end it any differently. That was how I imagined the story ending so I did it that way. I might go back and edit it later. But anyways, I really hope you enjoyed it, as much I did writing it!
Thank you :)