Not too far away, a girl called Lily Folchart was wandering along the road towards ‘Swetini’s Shop of Sweets’
. As she walked along, her dress and blonde plaits dancing in the breeze, she hummed a wordless little tune
to herself. It was a strange, eerie sort of tune, but Lily didn’t seem to notice. She wasn’t paying much attention to the road before her either, although she knew where she was going. She was more interested in all the windows of the houses and buildings she passed, and kept pausing to look in at them. She hoped this sweet shop contest was as interesting as it sounded. She needed some new adventures. Her latest one, which involved trying to climb a perilous mountain (also known as the roof of her house), was beginning to get a bit repetitive. It always ended with some one telling her to get down before she hurt herself – oh, and that dinner was ready.
She slipped out a small book she was carrying in a hidden pocket in her short-sleeved jacket, opening its pages and pulling out the flyer – which she had been using as a bookmark. “…will be rewarded a wondrous prize beyond one’s wildest imagination”
she re-read. A prize beyond her
wildest imagination? Now that was something she found hard to believe. Still, she was too curious to let the opportunity pass.
It wasn’t until she almost bumped into the bench outside the sweet shop that she realised she’d reached her destination. “Oh,”
she said, the light collision with the bench having surprised her. “Sorry,”
she apologised to the people that were sitting there. She surveyed the people waiting outside the shop with interest…perhaps staring just that little bit longer than was polite. Were they all here for that contest?
She could see clearly that the shop was open, and made for the door, itching to go inside. But she soon noticed her friend Ren wasn’t there yet. She stopped and looked around her, one hand still placed hesitantly on the shop’s door. “Where could Ren be...?”
she thought out loud to herself, looking down the street in case he was on his way.