When you grew up in the country there were three things that you believed in…to varying degrees, depending on what day of the week, or what time of the year it was.
First and foremost was Sweet Baby Jesus, next Santa Claus, although it boggled your mind how he could give gifts to all the good boys and girls on one night and that he had winter boots just like your fathers’….then there was Little Girl Lost.
No one knew how Little Girl Lost actually got lost. Some said that she died during the birthing process and her devastated parents never had another child. Another story had her lost in the woods and befriended by a family of dire wolves. Somehow Little Girl Lost never got to enjoy her crib or four-poster bed, although stories passed down through the generations do get a little sketchy.
Now nothing was recorded so there was a bit of argument the first time she appeared to the country folk. Was it the late 1770’s or the early 1800’s? And when was the last time she was seen? Frequently, maybe even last summer. Unlike the townsfolk, Little Girl Lost never aged. Even Miss Misfit Molly had recorded a siting in her journal on the Summer Solstice, 1967. Now I know you are thinking…
The Secret Society of Scryers …sure ….they see a lot of things with their mirror pools but no, it was other folks, reputable, never took a tipple, who swore on a stack of Bibles that had encountered her….sometimes several fine upstanding citizens, in different places, on the same night.
One thing for sure was that either by coincidence or fact, through the generations, Little Girl Lost was always said to be totally angelic, about five years old with long, curly, blonde hair, cascading down her back and glow-in-the dark sapphire blue eyes. She wore a long flowing robe, almost like a nightgown, with pale pink smocking. In her glittering slippers, she would whirl and twirl, emerging out of the shadows, into the light…now you see her, now you don’t. And everyone wanted to see her because she was so whimsical, magical and brought forth Seven Blessings not only to the Seer but their families, like bumper crops for farmers, or financial gain or love….or whatever your heart desired to bring you happiness.
Momma said she had to tell the truth…she can’t say for sure that she ever saw Little Girl Lost . However, one time, late at night when Momma was walking home she almost convinced herself that she saw the back of Little Girl Lost, her long gown trailing on the ground, her golden hair flowing behind her. At that moment a cloud passed over the moon, casting shadows that masked the night. Little Girl Lost had evaporated before Momma had a chance to scientifically prove that there may be some things in the world stranger than fiction.
So… let us know if you see her. I am anxious to help Little Girl Lost get home….where ever that is ….because home is where the ♥ is.
