Ah, here I am, Magnolia, in a solitary fashion at  my parental lodge,

 puzzled as to  when my parents will return home for me to share the glad tidings  that I was in flourishing  full bloom regarding that dim shade shadowy  geology “SLIDE” question.”

The thing is Magnolia passes her test with flying colours, oh, the lights are flickering and the inclement weather is about to take its toll.

Despite that tangible jubilance associated with triumph,  and everything, Magnolia’s parents seemed to have vanished on a turbulent horizon. 

A flying house call had been prearranged by the parents concerned on close knit contacts  on what they hoped for wasn’t going to be as weather atrocious as the meteorologist had prophesied.

Conjecture bordering on a burgeoning disaster had  transpired to be that chilling inevitable event.

“Did anyone leave anything behind such as …..

I have this torch, something I prised from my nursery phase.

It oozes enchanted  magic mists of nostalgia.

A gleaming tiny tot  treasure that torch.

A clinging annexe.”

Magnolia murmured.

Dramatic bursts from ink black  clouds outside assumed an overbearing ominous odious menace  yet somehow an arch for this fable as it unfolds in its mildly sinister  stealth-imbued sinusoidal strut. 

These clouds though a threat fascinated   Magnolia and indeed they should  with her encyclopedic grasp of the workings of weatherfronts from her Earth science studies.

“It’s quaint in how I’m magnetised  by the  congratulations  of my attainments.

There’s a reciprocal rhythmic response from me to indicate that engulfing euphoric emotion that goes with a podium medal.

Or some other euphism.

The celebrity flicker on the current topic and outside it, the light and shade, hues, uncanny coincidences.”

Magnolia to her self.

 “I have this presentiment  that my parents are going to be oddly absent  with that unexpected glowing result sheet of mine  …”

She wondered when this power cut would strike and like every other nuisance one could then adjust to it.

Any moment such as a thriller on foot of disconcerting on and off unravels.

A dim to dark environment in suspence.

“But I’m exhilarated  in a peculiar but  understandable sense.

Exam wise, I tilted the form book upside down despite that plague of a slide I nearly misnamed.”

Magnolia just recalled in a blinding flash that she was in possession of a candle she often mistook for a childhood sweet treat.

But she had surreptitiously hidden it on herself  and her moniker  for the candle was MILESTONE.

Magnolia’s vocabulary was that advanced for an azure blue sea eyed urchin.