Is the Little Princess safe? Chapter Five

~ Chapter 5 ~

I woke to the worried voice of Alexei “Wake up Anna, come on please”

I was in a strange car covered with a grey, itchy blanket. My head felt like it was about to explode.

As I lay there, in the darkness, feeling the bumps in the road I reflected that an outsider may feel that my life until this moment was pretty much perfect, but in reality it was a prison of prestige, and then a literal prison – never being able to step outside the grounds of the family house. All leading up to one night, the night of my family’s murder. I felt a single tear escape and roll down my face.

I was jolted from my thoughts by Alexei shaking my shoulder again. I sat up and through bleary eyes looked out of the window. I stared out of the window and saw millions of tiny white streaks, shooting stars were traversing the sky, leaving their white tails trailing behind them, there was even a single star that rather than being white had a brilliantly blue and yellow tail. I mumbled to Alexei “Can I just go back to sleep now?”

“Get under the blankets!” I heard the guard whisper. It jolted me awake and it was daylight outside. I looked at the guard and said “What?”

“Get under the blankets, we’re coming up to a border post”

I lay under Alexei and pulled the blankets over the top of us and tried to lay as still as possible. Our car slowed down, and I heard the guard wind the window down and speak to someone outside. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, when I caught the whiff of something pungent. I couldn’t work out what it was until Joy let out the loudest trump I’ve ever heard.

“What was that noise?” the border guard asked? And he leaned in to take a closer look around the car. He then got the full blast of another Joy special right up his nose and recoiled with terror. He looked like he was about to vomit, and said “get out of here, that dog stinks.”  Our guard put his foot down and moved off.

Not long after, we pulled over to the side of the road. We threw back the blankets and let the dog out of the car and into the nearest field. While Joy was running around, I asked the guard where we were.

“Poland, we’ve driven for hours while you were blacked out. I’m very tired. We also need to find a place to make a phone call.”

Alexei moaned “I’m hungry.”

I snapped “we’re not going to get any food any time soon, if you hadn’t realised we are completely bankrupt and we’re not going to get any food until-we-get-to-safety. Are you stupid or what?”

At that, Alexei began to wail “it’s not fair, it’s not fair.”

As Joy came running back to the car, tripping over her ears several times, the guard said “let’s go, we need to find that phone.”

The first village we came to was a small, run-down farming village. Right at the centre there was a post-office and our guard went in to see if they had a telephone. I found that in my clothes I had some spare change and in the window of the nearest shop I spotted a loaf of bread. Telling Alexei to stay with Joy, I went in to see if they would accept my Rubles. I came out of the shop with the loaf, luckily as it was a village on the border they were happy to take my money. At the same time, the guard came out of the post-office. He’d managed to make his call to Germany, and said that we needed to move.

The journey through Poland seemed to take years, and the bread didn’t last long. We drove through the night, and the next day we stopped close to the German border. We hadn’t been there long when a large black farm van sidled up to us.

The guard looked over his shoulder at us, and said “It is time to change vehicles.” We moved over to the van and got in the back. Our guard got into the passenger seat, and we set off, heading down some very small country lanes.

After a while we fell asleep and the next thing I knew we woke up in a cottage next to a roaring fire in the Bavarian Alps in Germany, feeling safe for first time in years.

Comments: 3

  1. Carol Allen says:

    This chapter has an interesting points poetic and descriptive, for example the moment when the shooting stars streak the sky and then there is tension whilst hiding under the blanket at the checkpoint (and yes, I found myself reading with greater speed as I was desperate to find out if they would make it) and then we have the punctuation offered by the humorous trump…

    This chapter really leads the reader on their own journey..lovely writing!

    • Elizabeth says:

      Thank you for your comments Carol, I found this chapter particularly difficult to write because there’s lots of traveling and not a lot of action. I’m pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you again. xxx

  2. Carol Allen says:

    Yes..I can understand that but as you take your heroine and her friends on a journey, so equally, you take the reader with them. So adding the details of what we see, hear and experience with your characters helps us to engage properly. I was very pleased she found enough money for bread…only one loaf though 🙁

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