Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.). Today’s word is “hypothesis.” Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No […]

FOWC With Fandango — Hypothesis

By the way, my name is Victoria. I woke up early the next day. The supper we had filled me up. In spite of our world being turned upside down, I was enjoying the experience at Catalina. My grandmother was still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb her quite yet. After a quick breakfast of bagels with a cream cheese spread, I planned to adventure the grounds of our new world. I was so excited that I felt I was inhaling my bagel. I found a chair at the table to sit down and eat slowly. Taking my time, I started to think about how all this fresh food was provided and prepared for us. It’s like someone secret knows we will be here today. I was thirsty, so I poured a glass of milk from a pitcher sitting on the table. I quenched my thirst and then got up from the chair. I noticed my grandmother still asleep. In order to satisfy my curiosity, I decided to peek outside. To my surprise, I was overlooking the grounds of the Biltmore Estates, the largest home in the U.S. What? How did I get here? I noticed a childhood friend of mine sitting on a blanket. The weather outside felt like spring. Once I arrived, we chatted a bit. He offered me a piece of fresh fruit from his picnic basket. We both noticed the clouds that seemed to resemble all of the pets we had loved and lost over the years. Male and female they seemed to guard us like warriors ready to pounce on any enemy that would invade our peace.  I was confused. How did I get here from the world of Catalina? My friend must have read my thoughts. He explained to me that his hypothesis was that our memories were frozen in time. We were here together because we would often play as young kids and role play being the owners of such a grand estate as the Biltmore. Since our memories were frozen in time, we were able to experience them several times if we wanted. While explaining the world of Catalina to me, I looked past the field of grass and noticed a treehouse. I stopped my friend Chris from his talking to notion his attention over to the patch of woods. We both got up in a flash in order to walk through the grass with several small bushes that resembled marshmallows so we could explore this place. When we arrived at the entrance to the building,we opened the door. We were astonished with what we saw…

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜