This story is written as a paired, serial story in collaboration with Clara Barrington-Craggs. Both versions of “The Storm” share the same characters and setting, although the details of the story differ. Please read Clara’s version of “The Storm” here.
By Sita Allard-Gregg
It a was dark and stormy night in Berlin, Germany. Lightning danced in the sky like a light show. Kirsten watched the storm through the window of the large mansion she called home. She turned at the sound of her sister’s whimpering. Her sister, Alexandra, was curled up next to her father, Karlheinz. She was afraid of thunder. Kirsten joined them on their red leather sofa beside her mother Beatrix. Beatrix put her arm around Kirsten. Alexandra leaned her head on her father. Her eyes slowly gave way and she fell asleep; her sister was not far behind.
Kirsten opened her eyes to a low rumbling sound. She had fallen asleep in the living room with her father, mother and sister. “Guess they were too tired to wake us and bring us to our room,” she thought. She quietly arose from her father’s embrace and tapped Alexandra on the arm.
“What?” Alexandra asked, still half asleep.
“Shhh…..” Kirsten silenced her and motioned for her to follow her out of the room. Nobody was awake but them. Kirsten and Alexandra hurried through the mansion halls to the kitchen. As they entered, Kirsten removed her hand from covering her sister’s mouth, allowing her to speak.
“Why did you wake me up?” Alexandra yawned.
“Don’t you remember?” Kirsten said in a harsh whisper. Alexandra shook her head no.
Kirsten sighed. “Today is mother and father’s eleventh wedding anniversary. So we planned to make them breakfast in bed.”
“Or, in this case, breakfast on sofa” Alexandra giggled. Kirsten smiled at her sister’s joke.
Yesterday they both decided to make pancakes, but Kirsten decided to change things up a bit. She had something special in mind. Kirsten got one of the tall chairs from the island and climbed the high chair to the cupboard doors on the far side of the kitchen. She searched for awhile and climbed down the chair holding a book. Kirsten blew the dust off the book. It had a chocolate colored cover with gold embroidered designs.
“What is that?” Alexandra asked.
“I found it when I was helping mother unpack some boxes from the storage room a few weeks ago, and I think this is the perfect opportunity to use it,” Kirsten said, awe struck by the wonders and magic that the book held captive. “It is a recipe book that our great, great grandma wrote.”
“How old is she?” Alexandra asked.
“Well she is not alive anymore, but the book has been passed down to us.”
She flipped through the pages till she found the right recipe. The book was written in German, there native language. She put the open book on the counter on page 53, ‘How to Make German Pancakes’. While Kirsten gathered the ingredients, Alexandra took out the measuring spoons, baking bowls and the other equipment the recipe said they needed.
Kirsten put the ingredients in the bowl and Alexandra stirred them together. Then they put the batter in the iron skillet and they put it in the oven. Alexandra took charge in washing and preparing the berries. Once the pancake was done cooking, they put it on an elegant silver platter and sprinkled some powdered sugar on it. With the additional touch of berries, they covered the platter with a lid and brought it to the living room where they slept. They entered the room and gave their parents the breakfast they had prepared for them.
“Happy wedding anniversary!” They cheered in union.
“Why isn’t this wonderful dear?” Karlheinz said to his wife.
“Indeed it is,” she agreed.
[Part two will appear in the next issue.]