I wrote this:
It was Saturday morning. Later that day it would be too hot to play outside, but the temperature this morning was perfect. Friid played in next to her house. She kicked the ball against the doors of the wooden shed her father built. It wasn’t the best of sheds, but still it had survived many autumn storms, a complete lift to fit in the newly bought caravan that was ten centimeters higher than the shed’s doors and many kids kicking a ball against its doors. Due to the noise the ball made whenever it hit the doors, Friid hadn’t heard the mailman come to her house. Only when he walked towards the front door of the neighbours did Friid notice him. He nodded to Friid when their eyes met. He told her he just delivered a letter addressed to her. Friid thanked him and went inside. She walked to the hallway and saw the letter on the floor. A black envelope and her name written on it in silver letters. Weirdly enough there was no proper address written on the envelope. Only the name of her village was added. The benefits of living in a tiny village. With only one mailman delivering here, he knew the names that belonged to the houses.
Friid opened the envelope. It contained a card. On one side there was a picture of two faces, one sad and the other a happy one. On the other side something was written:
“Use this and you’ll be forever happy. The choice is yours.”
Friid was confused. Use what? She took another look inside the envelope. In one of its corners she saw something reflecting light. It was small. When she pulled it out she saw it had two colors. It looked like the pills her mother used to take when she first got sick. She didn’t really understand what it all meant. Of course she wouldn’t swallow a pill some unknown person sent. For all she knew it could contain poison. But at the same time, Friid got curious. It was a mystery. And she loved mysteries. Especially if she was the one to solve them. But where did she start solving this one? She had so little information to start with.
Friid went outside again. She looked in the direction the mailman went, but couldn’t spot him. Nonetheless she walked that way, hoping to catch up with him. Perhaps he knew who sent the letter to her. She turned one corner, and then another, but the mailman was nowhere to be seen. Just when she didn’t know where to go next, a boy wearing a headscarf passed on his bike. When he passed he whispered to Friid: follow the arrows, collect the pieces. And then he shouted, repeating the message: follow the arrows, collect the pieces! Friid looked around, but didn’t see any arrow. Perhaps she should start from her house. She went back and indeed, in front of her house, on the pavement she saw a pink arrow. It pointed towards the street that leads into the forest. And when she looked up again, she saw a piece of a puzzle pinned to the tree. She swore that wasn’t there before she started looking for the mailman.
Friid’s heart started to beat quicker as she followed the arrows. They led across the bridge, to the left, into the forrest. She collected many puzzle pieces. She got so excited she started to jog. Inside the forrest the pink arrows were replaced by branches arranged in the shape of arrows on the ground. On and on Friid went, she almost couldn’t carry the pieces anymore. And then she arrived at the place where she, her mum and dad always went to have a Sunday picnic when the weather permitted during summer. A tiny table was positioned next to the tree she loved climbing. Friid immediately understood what she needed to solve. Solve the puzzle. She put all the pieces on the table and started to put it all together. It only took her a few minutes. While concentrating on making the puzzle she hardly noticed what was on it. When she put the last two pieces together she stepped back and noticed that it was a picture of her mum. She was holding a crumbled piece of paper with something written on it. Friid had to take a good look at it to decipher the text. It read:
“Dear Friid, behind the tree you will find a bin. Please use the bin to trash the pill I gave you.”
Friid looked around. She expected to see her mum. Or her dad. She saw nobody. A bit disappointed she walked towards the bin. She trashed the pill. Those cursed pills. Then she walked back to the table and there she was. Mum! Friid ran towards her mother and gave her a long hug. With tears in her eyes her mother pulled Friid back a little so she could look her daughter in the eyes.
“Honey, you just trashed the last pill. I don’t need them anymore. The doctor said I’m cured.”
Friid started crying. She hugged her mother even longer. And then she started jumping, holding her mother’s hands. Her mother joined the jumping. Without ever saying it, they both knew that that one pill was indeed the pill that made them happy forever.