Channeling My Inner Artist

Chapter 3

The Castle Land

I quitely took my things from the overhead compartment and exited the plane. Now I was standing in line at the airports Starbucks, waiting for my vanilla bean frappuccino. As I sit down I take a sip and look up, a mysteriously attractive man stares at me. He gets up and walks to my table, a silent panic sets in and I nervously brush strands of hair away from my face.

"Rhonda!" He exclaims. I stop then and feel a little odd.

"Im very sorry but my name is not-", at this point I noticed a blank, passive look on his face. Then I turned around to see a woman standing behind me, staring at him like it was the first time she had seen the sky. They embraced and then left the shop. I quitely went back to sipping my coffee and once again removed the journal. Before I could read the rest of the passage someone tapped my shoulder. I looked behind me and a man I did not recognize was standing in my presence.

"Lucielle?" he asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Follow me." he commanded. We stood up and as we walked he told me little fractions of what was happening. "I have your living arrangements all worked out. You'll be staying at the the Ambrose. On Wednesday you will wake up promptly at 6:21, and walk to the stone building down the road and ask for Monty. Goodbye Lucielle." He took a right and I hopped into the taxi that was sitting in front of me.

The road was winding around and all that was around me was a large expanse of grassy hills and they grey sky that hung above them. The taxi pulled around what would be the last bend into a small arrangement of houses and buildings. At the center was a brick church with a stained glass window and a large bell tower. I got out and walked to the Ambrose, I gave them the name, lucielle, and they checked me in. I think it may be important to disclose at this point that my name is not lucielle, but I had needed a place to stay and I did not need another embarrassing name mixup.

Suffering from jetlag, I fell onto the bed and instantly fell asleep, wondering how far I was from where I needed to be. Or if my hunch to take this place really meant something, maybe I would go and find this "Monty" person and figure out what Lucielle was supposed to be doing. Until then I would sleep and have the same dream over and over.