The young girl remained motionless by the tree, and Gabriel descended into the village of Weatherbury.
Narrative Writing
The young girl remained motionless by the tree, and Gabriel descended into the village of Weatherbury. She sat there, still looking at the stars. Oak had faded into the distance. She began walking slowly in the direction of Weatherbury.
She arrived in the silence of night. Nothing or no-one were around. The temperature had plummeted way below zero. She began to feel the bitterness of the cold as only a hooded cloak was her cover. Fanny decided to seek shelter, and crept quietly, not wanting to wake anybody in the village, towards the local inn. A weak light could be seen through a small, second floor window in the inn. Fanny softly tossed a small chip of rock towards the dim light. The door opened, "Can I help you my dear?" whispered a frail old woman.
"Erm...Yes I need a room for tonight. How much would it cost?" inquired Fanny.
"Two shillings dear"
"I have only one"
"Oh..." the delicate woman hesitated for a few moments, "Oh, go on, I'll accept the one seen as though it looks a bit chilly out there."
Fanny rushed in, out of the cold with no uncertainty at all.
Morning came and Fanny woke up to see the shimmering sun rays through the oak framed windows. She sat up to see the ground outside; everything was completely covered in a soft, glistening layer of snow.
After she was dressed, she headed downstairs with her possessions ready to leave. Fanny gave her thanks for the old woman's hospitality and kindness. Just as she was about to go, the aged woman handed her some coins, five shillings.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" exclaimed Fanny graciously. The elderly woman smiled and headed back into her room. Fanny ...
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Morning came and Fanny woke up to see the shimmering sun rays through the oak framed windows. She sat up to see the ground outside; everything was completely covered in a soft, glistening layer of snow.
After she was dressed, she headed downstairs with her possessions ready to leave. Fanny gave her thanks for the old woman's hospitality and kindness. Just as she was about to go, the aged woman handed her some coins, five shillings.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" exclaimed Fanny graciously. The elderly woman smiled and headed back into her room. Fanny stepped outside into the bitter cold and headed north up the main track towards the barracks at where the love of her life, Frank Troy, was stationed.
After a few hours of walking up the track, Fanny arrived at the barracks. Her feet were aching, her body was tired. The weather had worsened and the cold had begun to set in upon her. She called her love twice, "Frank! Frank!"
No answer. She tried again, this time in succeeding.
Fanny and Troy talked for a small while about their marriage until Troy was called away. Fanny heard laughter and walked on. Her heart beat violently as she reflected on Troy's words, "I'll come to you my dear."
Fanny headed towards a small inn she had heard about nearby. As she arrived she noticed a familiar figure at the front opening. She hid quickly behind a small wooden cart until she could make out the tall, masculine figure. It turned towards her as she thought hysterically of whom it could be, and then it struck her, Boldwood! Her heart began pumping harder inside her as she thought of what might happen if Boldwood finds her here. She waited patiently until he began to depart the small village.
After his figure had faded into the distance, Fanny rose to her feet, aches and pains in her legs gave her a small limp in her walk as she made her way towards the inn. As she drew closer to the door, she could see that it was slightly open. Fanny crept right up to the doorstep, then, quietly and gently pushed it open. Nobody could be seen, just a seemingly endless dark corridor with a narrow spiralling staircase to the left of her. She crept curiously down, only to discover some empty barrels within a small cellar like room. It was fairly dark, yet with a warm atmosphere. She decided that this was to be her room for the night, only if she could remain silent. She set up a bed out of blankets that were behind the barrels in a neat stack and fell asleep extremely quickly.
As morning came, Fanny woke with excitement, knowing that this was the day she would be married to her loved one. As she rose rapidly from her bed, she heard someone walking down the stairs and a dark shadow appeared upon the staircase wall. Fanny anxiously hid behind two of the many barrels.
After roughly half an hour of hiding, Fanny thought it was safe to come out. She gathered her things quickly and took off spiralling up the stairs, straight out of the door and darted right down the track until she was a safe distance from the inn. She glanced up worriedly at the clock upon the village hall and realized she had to be at the church swiftly. Her heart pounded sharply as she made her way to the church, she was full of excitement as well as being nervous to. She arrived at the church to find that she was first there, her heart calmed down as her nerves took over her quivering body.
Quarter of an hour had passed, an adequately dressed nun approached Fanny inquiring why she was here,
"Excuse me dear, but may I ask why you are here"
"I am to be married today sister" replied Fanny with an eager look upon her face.
"Sorry my dear, but there are no marriage's planned for today" explained the courteous sister.
It was then Fanny realized her mistake and suddenly a white, straight, pale look appeared on her face, as if she'd seen a ghost look. She shot off speedily, as fast as her weak legs could carry her, to where she had supposed to have been quarter of an hour ago. She had gone to the wrong church and was worriedly rushing her way to the correct one. As she arrived Troy was walking away. She caught up with him and was constantly asking him when it could be rearranged. His words resounded in her head cutting her like a knife through her heart. "God Knows!" These were his words.
Paul Taylor 10L
