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A Fae World
From the distant southern shore,
she watched for the letter she hoped would arrive soon. The world around her was
shattering into tiny pieces but her eyes were watching for only one thing, the letter! The
wind whipped around her as she sat in front of the tiny screen and still it remained
blank, void of any life. The sun rose high in the sky and the beads of sweat dropped from
the tip of her nose. So intent was her gaze upon the screen that she hardly felt nor saw
them fall. Her whole world was centered on one thing at the moment and that was the blank
screen.
In another life, she was just a bird sticking her head into the sand when problems arose.
Once too, she was considered a tasty morsel to be devoured by those who found her. Now, she was but a speck of nothing, a sprite, a fairy, not worth bothering with, a nobody.Still she hoped that someone would hear her plea and come to find her again.
Once, in another life, she had been considered a Lady Wolf, a fearsome creature that few
escaped from, she devoured them hardily. Enjoying each romp and playful snapping of the
jaws and each moss filled bed, she was a legend in her own time and still the stories
abound, but she knew that they were only legends of a life gone by, and we all know how
legends grow!
So, here she now sat in this sad same place where it all began so many months ago. Off in
a far land another was living a life that she wanted to be part of but, alas, that too was
just a fairy tale that she would never know nor share, so it seemed to her.
She had known this other one for so long yet so short a time. Her eys glittered when he
came to her. Her heart soared just to be with him in his dreams and tales of fantasy. She
longed once again to sit by him as he wove a tale or two of adventures only he could tell.
Her heart, her love, her life were his just for the asking but, instead, here she sat
waiting for the message that never came.
Some of the other fae people told her that she was just a game for him, something that he
played with, an entertaining little bit of nothing to him. But still she waited even tho
it had been months since she had heard from him. She kept the faith that one day he would
return to her and tell his tales again.
The sun starts it's fall from the sky and still she waits, calmly looking at the blank
screen, patiently waiting for his words. And as night comes at last to the hot lands and
kisses her with it's cooling breeze, she sighs and turns this devil machine off, knowing
that she will be back here again the next day to wait. Around her the dew falls, mingling
with her tears as she curls up in her bed of moss to dream of the other, the only one of
her dreams, the deserter.
I guess everyone has to kiss a frog once in their life to get to the prince inside.
Luigi DeMuse
returns!
Midi: Take My Breathe Away
copyright Susan Allen September, 2000
04/08/2001
