Hey! I'm back again with the Five-words challenge (I'm sorry for you but I think this will keep on going on for some time, so expect other one-shots LoL) This time I had to write a story with two female characters and as the same using the five words told by my best friend. So, it's just a try, hope you like it!:)
The words were: black - cat - leaves - moon - window
A black freedom
Anne Boleyn couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't been eating a lot those days and she hadn't close the eyes not even for a second, maybe that was the reason of her hallucinations. But the woman that in that moment was standing in front of her, the unexpected visitor in the Tower of London, wasn't just a figment of her imagination.
Like a phoenix that rebirths from his ashes, like a cat with nine lives, Catherine of Aragon was there in the flesh and was evening smiling at her!
"Open the window! I can't breathe!" the current Queen of England screamed, after some moments of silence, at her ladies in waiting astonished as much as her by that apparition.
"If you don't listen to me now, you won't breathe anymore for real then" the other woman simply said, telling in advance the sentence of death that surely she would have been condemned to, for a crime she had not even committed.
In the meanwhile, Anne couldn't still breathe, but the next words Catherine told her, gave her comfort and unexpectedly, hope. But could it be possible that the woman she hated the most and that hated her the most, was there to help? And yet, it seems so, but the reason why she was risking the freedom she had obtained faking her death just to save her, was a question still unsolved to the former Queen too. Yes, Queen, it was absurd how in that cell in that moment there were two Queens and soon there would have been no one. Or maybe yes, but it wouldn't have been neither of them.
And two hours later, in the dark of that night without moon, those two Queens were alone but together running to a freedom that never thought they could have found far from London. They were simply running, of course not hand in hand, but close and both of them with a smile on the lips; and when they reached the boat, that like an anti-Charon would have taken them from Heel to Heaven, they stopped just a moment and they turned back.
They couldn't see anything, except the black of that sky they could barely catch a glimpse of.
They couldn't hear anything, except the sound of wind between the leaves.
And neither of them had never felt so happy.