A beautiful child and a witch

Once upon a time... and every day up to today!!! :) for Cloak and Dagger group

 

 

 

Once upon a time there was a very, very beautiful child…

As all children that are loved, he was the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the one that could shine better, the most, the most, the most of all the world!

 

Once upon a time there was a witch that wears glasses, and she liked the child so much that wanted to see him flying!

 

Once upon a time there were the parents, like all parents that love their children, wanted to protect their beautiful child from all the dangerous things of life. They wanted him to have a beautiful world, only made of things they thought were beautiful, a very clean world, full of flowers and organized, with out evil, with out threatens, with out confusions, with out other people that could spoil it!

 

Once upon a time there was a very beautiful child and a witch that wanted to take him in a ride through the world of confusion, of immense dreams, of all colors of the rainbow, of the rubbish clouds, of music sounding in each grain of sand, of the heart discomposed beats, of plants and animals disjointed talk inside each one of us…

 

And the child liked and laugh, laugh, laugh…   

 

But the parents of the child become afraid that witch could take their child away from them, and nervously, they built a wall between the witch and the child.

 

Now the witch and the child could only look at each other from time to time trough a window and smiled tenderly, but they couldn’t ride trough the air, dive in the sea of confusion, in the world that the witch had to offer…

 

Once upon a time there was a witch that adored a beautiful child and wanted to see him flying…

 

Once upon a time there was a child that loved to fly in the confused broom of the witch and laugh, laugh, laugh…

 

Once upon a time

 

May be the story ends here…

And once more a witch has lost, as always happens in witches’ stories, and couldn’t make a child fly…

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[LSS]

You hide the story within the story. An allegory? No, more like the reminiscence of lost passions. You cradle your desires within the strains of your longings read thru the eyes of innocence. A nice story, but sad.
Lar