I got tagged by Cheryl (aka, The Bag Lady) to pick up where she left off on Teresa’s (aka, The Haunted Wordsmith) story about the smallest acorn.
Here’s how Teresa started itall off:
Alice loved collecting acorns and chestnuts with her grandfather. They would spend hour after hour walking through the woods beyond their old log cabin collecting and talking about this, that, and nothing in particular. Even though she was only twelve years old, Alice understood time with her grandparents was getting short. She overheard her mother crying one night and telling her father that it had come back. Alice didn’t know what it was that came back, but she was happy when her mother asked if she wanted to visit her grandparents.
On this particular trip through the woods, her grandfather led her down a new trail rather than their usual one that went down by the lake. It didn’t take her long to figure out why. The entire trail was lined with oak trees as tall and as thick as she had ever seen.
“These trees been here as long as I have,” her grandfather said, sitting on a fallen log to catch his breath.
“They’re wonderful,” Alice said, looking at all the colors that blanketed the clear, blue sky.
Alice started looking around along the ground for more acorns while her grandfather began telling her a story about these woods. She was really only half listening, but when the words magic, healing, and acorn reached her ears, she stopped and started listening. However, it didn’t take her very long to become distracted by the smallest acorn she had ever seen.
This acorn was perfect in every way, except it was only a third the size of a normal acorn. When she picked it up, it felt electric. As if some energy flowed out of the acorn and up her arm. It tickled and made her giggle.
“Whatcha giggling about,” her grandfather asked.
“This little acorn,” she said, holding it up so he could see it.
Her grandfather began to shake with joy. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the …
And here is Cheryl’s continuation:
…the exact acorn he hoped she would find. He knew she wasn’t listening all that carefully, but finding that particular acorn was the goal. The longstanding oaks surrounding them seemed all at once closer to him. Alice didn’t seem to notice the oaks were closer, almost sheltering them both. She handed the acorn to her grandfather. He closed it in his hand and his smile grew big.
Alice noticed a change in him, it had been a while since she saw that broad smile he used to have when they played together. “Did it make your fingers tingle, grandfather?” She looked more closely at him.
“Yes, my child. Your finding this littlest acorn is the best thing!” He looked around him and up at the trees.
And here is my part 3:
What Alice saw next was not anything she could have ever imagined. Not only did he have a broad smile on his face, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that she’d never seen before. With the small acorn still gripped tightly in his fist, her grandfather stood up and actually started to do a little dance.
“Grandfather,” she said, her voice a mixture of amusement and concern. “Maybe you should sit back down on the log.”
“Nonsense,” her grandfather said. “I haven’t felt this good since I was a much younger man. I have so much energy and I’m feeling a joy I haven’t experienced in years. I know that, thanks to you, my dear child, thanks to your having found this small acorn and given it to me to hold, that the cancer has left my broken, old body.”
“I don’t understand how that’s possible, grandfather,” Alice said, a confused and worried look on her face.
“Let me tell you a story, Alice,” he said, sitting back down on the log next to her. “You’re going to find this a little hard to believe, child, but I promise you that it will explain everything.”
Teresa’s instructions for her finish the story prompt are to read the story as you receive it, then create the next part, and pass the story onto someone else until the story is finished. Please either pingback or post a link to your contribution in the comments of the original post.
So, I’ve read the story, added my part, and now it’s time for me to pass the story to Melanie over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind to come up with part 4 of The Smallest Acorn.