Good Evening! Hope all’s sensational!
Just wrote an ultra-short story. Not certain where it was going. Just sat and started to write. Sort of like a literary jam session (..ha!)! Nonetheless, have a peek below (but don’t laugh too hard – ha!).
Happy Monday!
Phil
Princess Ariel’s eyebrows raised. “And your stick?” she said and giggled. “Is that your scepter?”
Molly held it out. “Scepter?” She shook her head. “No, this is a sword! The same one Lancelot heaved out the stone.” She lifted it. “Many thought it long lost, but it wasn’t. Only hidden until its rightful successor arrived to claim it.”
Princess Ariel threw her nose skyward, marched to an oversized flowerpot, and snatched a handful of pebbles. One-by-one, she hurled them at a hedge wall cluttered with roses and bees. Molly ambled beside her.
“Ariel, is something the m—?”
She snapped toward her. “You’re the matter!” She wheeled, tossed harder. “Strike me dead if at every turn you don’t take an opportunity to denounce position.” She glanced at the stick. “As though I should be ashamed of what I have.”
Molly glanced the stick, as well, shook her head. “That wasn’t my intention. In life, wealth and power obtainment is a common dream but not everyone dreams it.”
“How do you know??”
“I don’t dream it. Folks like myself would just as soon dream of a heroic pauper or a meager governess.”
Princess Ariel scoffed. “Just like a pauper or a governess.”
“If that’s how you feel, why are you upset?”
“I’m not upset!” She stamped to a bench, plopped beside a storybook, and folded her arms, glaring in an opposite direction. Molly ambled to the book, picked it up, and sat with it in her lap.
A silent moment ensued.
“Well??” Princess Ariel said. “Go on!”
“What?”
“Flip through your trusty book, find an applicable story to soften the mood, and read it aloud.”
Molly grinned. “Ariel, would you like me to read a story.”
“No, I most certainly do not. But I know that’s what you were longing to do anyway.” She peered in my direction. “Wasn’t it?”
Molly nodded. “Of course.” She flipped pages. “Now, which story should I—?”
“The one about the girl whose sister dies and goes to a magical old woman’s house so she can see her sister off.”
“Ah, applicable indeed.”