‘That’s OK, I’ve got you now.’
Several hours later, Maud Appletree awoke, warm, dry and in a strange room. She looked around, noticing a figure sat reading a book in the corner. The figure noticed Maud stirring, stood and walked over to the bed.
Maud recognised the face of the young woman, but couldn’t place her name. ‘Who…’ Maud asked, confused.
‘It’s me, Mrs Appletree,’ the young woman smiled, ‘Hannah Wills… from school.’
‘You?’
‘Try to relax,’ Hannah said, reassuringly, ‘your mini yacht got into difficulties… it hit a dislodged shipwreck or something… anyway, I was part of the helicopter rescue team that brought you back to land.’
‘Hannah Wills…’ Maud’s voice trailed off as she remembered her last words to her, on Hannah’s last day of school almost eight years ago: you, young lady, with your head in the clouds, will never amount to much unless you bring yourself back down to earth and focus on something constructive.
Hannah smiled again. ‘Everyone’s safe, so catch up with your sleep now.’ She left the ward room and, collecting her support dog, Icarus, from reception, walked up to the helipad on the roof of the Emergency Rescue Complex.
She remembered Mrs Appletree’s stern demeanour in the classroom, but was so glad that she hadn’t followed her last piece of ‘advice‘, and kept her head for heights.
‘Sometimes we just have a calling,’ Hannah said to Icarus, who licked his nose, as they sat on the edge overlooking the harbour.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide a photo prompt for us to provide something, anything, up to 250 words.
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