March 3, 2011

  • Default Decision (a short fairy tale)

    She surprised him one day on a walk, saying the way she did, "Ahm my own woman, I aint 'fraida no ghosts."

    As they strolled he thought about what she'd said and decided he believed her. In the dappled sun he felt certain that if they held fast and fought together, they would defeat the unseen foe; that the very exposure of the wild thing would return it to the dust from whence it came. And then they could sneeze and laugh and walk home together.

    But the sun disappeared behind a cloud, that day. And a strange stirring beset around them just as the breeze vanished. He held her then, and sang a song to calm her, but he felt her heart flutter and knew.

    In one hand she'd held their love; in the other, the world. Weighty, and when she placed them at opposite ends, the scale itself had broken.

    She kissed him desperately one last time, then ran into the wood where she was eaten by the monster.

    The wind returned but not the sun and he walked home alone, not laughing.

    The End

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