fantasies (5.1.13)

The man strides across the lacquered floor and stops at the oak door heavy laden with gothic engravings and knocks thrice.
This was it.
The door opens and the hinges creak in a strange welcome to the man.
“Princess Madeline, Sir Davenport is here.” 
“Send him in,” replies the smooth, sultry voice. 
And then it hit him.
She was not a figment of his imagination. She was as real as the nose on his face and the hair on his head. Realer than the sun setting over the mountains. Realer than the shoes on his feet and the money in his pocket.
He crossed the threshold and smiled.

5.31.11-ECHO [my last drabble (*sad face*)]

"Good morning!!!!!!!!" *good morning good morning good morning good morning* the little girl shouts cross the lake.
"Where are you?????" *where are you where are you where are you* she shouts again.
"Sssshhh, sweetheart, it's only 6:30, you'll wake everybody up!" her mother gently scolds.
"But mommy," the little girl pleads, "someone said 'good morning' back, she said it over and over again until I couldn't hear her anymore. And she asked where I was. I think it's a lost princess. She might need our help."
"Oh, my darling. It's only your echo."

Chase (5.9.11)

There she sat, like a royal princess, on her mother’s hip, her left thumb firmly planted in her mouth. She peered around the loud room with her big blue eyes. Silently she observes the loud, scary world. Seeing what an unruly place it is, she tightens her grip on her mother’s arm and snuggling her head closer. Without thinking, her mom strokes the curly blond head. Her head pops up again and she flashes one of her beautiful smiles as the familiar figure of her father approaches and she knows that as long as she’s with her family, she’s safe.

the princess and the giant (5.6.11)

“NO, don’t step there!”

I look down and see a little girl running toward me. On her head I see a little chain of daisies and in her hand is a stick. I recognize the costume as the garb of a royal princess, wielding a magic wand. The costume, I know, was made in a pinch, but the dignity with which she ran towards me was inspiring. I decide to play along with her game.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because you can’t step over a castle wall, silly.”

“A giant can.”

“Yes,” she agrees with a smile, “a giant can.”