When I awoke, I was greeted by a large pair of deep blue eyes staring down at me curiously. These eyes belonged to a little girl no older than probably 11, 12 or 13 years of age. She had a round and dimpled face painted with freckles and framed by long wavy blonde hair.
(She was basically like a goddamn cherub had a baby with a porcelain doll. And it creeped me the fuck out when I woke up to see her lurking above and watching me sleep- her presence startled me so much upon first opening my eyes that I even found myself jumping a little whilst laying in the bed.)
Wait a second- I was in a bed...? That realization hit me all of a sudden and I began to look around at my strange new surroundings. I shot up into sitting position and quickly touched the back of my skull- and where my wound had been there was now a thick kind of mud-like paste. I brought my hand to my face to smell whatever the concoction was that they had used on my head- it smelled horrible...not like shit horrible but it was an incredibly strong earthy and herbal scent.
"You're finally awake!" the little girl says excitedly in what sounded like a thick British accent.
(I think that's British anyways...I mean it's not exactly the kind of accent you'd hear on the BBC, but she was definitely speaking English...just not American English, that much I knew for sure.)
"You slept FOREVER by the way!"
(Okay, so I gather that my ass was out for quite some time then. Duly noted creepy doll child, duly noted.)
"Ummm...where am I exactly?" I asked hesitantly.
"Oh, you were hurt and fell on papa, so he and the priest brought you back here. We all thought you were going to die. You looked absolutely terrible by the way!"
(Thanks kid. Great bedside manner you have.)
"And oh! You're in the village now and well...laying in my bed."
"The village...? Where exactly is that...?"
The little girl rolls her eyes at me and continues to talk a mile a minute. I stare at her just blinking in confusion. (What...the...actual...fuck...was going on? And where the fuck was I?)
"You're welcome by the way."
"For...?" I reply confused.
The little girl huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face. "For?! For obviously saving your life silly! Papa and the Father think that it's mostly due to prayer, but I know it was mostly me...I mean Jesus had a little to do with it I guess...but I did most of the work!"
"Is...is this a dream?"
"Pffsh, no."
"Am I dead right now?"
"Umm...no."
"Are you sure I'm not dead or dreaming?"
I started pinching myself and slapping my face. The girl stared at me wide-eyed, both curious and seemingly bemused by my actions.
She laughs. "Umm...positive."
"Umm...well then I don't suppose that you or someone here in the village has a phone or anything that I can use to call my uncle or my coworkers to come pick me up? I'd use mine but I left it in my locker at work."
Blinking, she stares at me with eyes the size of saucers. (Basically, looking at me like I'm an alien from the planet Mars.)
"Heavens, you're a right proper nutter aren't you..."
"Do you at least know how far outside the city am I? Am I like in wine country now or...?"
"Huh?" Her brows knit together in confusion.
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The Maiden Who Fell Through Time
Historical FictionIn the 3rd century there is a story which tells of a man whom had carried a child across a river; a child unbeknownst to him, who was later revealed to be a savior. Time is fluid. It flows like the stream of a river, and also grows like the tendril...
