Saturday, January 02, 2016

The garland

At  Sunday Scribbling 2  our given word is Holly

This week's Sunday Whirl words are gasps, dial, left, angels, slap, snare, dust, remember, loss, pause, days and cold.





All that is left is the holly garland outside. It is  tied to my door knocker. I will fetch it later. All other bits are gone. The wilting tree, the unused mistletoe. Paper chains stuffed into plastic sacks awaiting the bin men. I’ve dusted here, swept there. Suddenly the day feels colder, the comforts of Yuletide gone. I’m at a loss. I pause. Sigh. Sink.


I remember the holly garland. I heave open the door. An ice cold breeze slaps my cheeks. I gasp at what I see before me. A tiny sad-faced fairy flutters its gossamer wings but goes nowhere. For she is snared by the points and prickles of the cruel holly leaves. I gently release her. She smiles, and with a wave of her little wand, I am showered with golden stars. I raise my hand as she flies heavenward. She smiles back.

Suddenly everything seems right with my world. 



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12 comments:

  1. She clearly didn't realize you put it there in the first place Keith otherwise she may have had a quite different reaction.

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    1. She came knocking on my door and got tangled up! I have that effect on fairies OE!

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  2. I love when the pause, sink and sigh of everyday life is brightened up by fairy dust..a unique and sparkling start to 2016

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    1. What would we do without fairy dust? Thanks Jae.

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  3. to start the day with the golden stars from a fairy is brilliant :) Enjoy 2016!

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  4. Delightful! This is just what I needed to brighten my spirits.

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    1. Then I'm pleased! Thank you Darla.

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  5. What a blessing, you are charmed.

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