Don’t know
By Alexandra Riera
© 2007 Alexandra Riera
"And they lived happily ever after", that’s what stories say; or so it is believed by the masses. Stories never mention being left to rot on the peak of a mountain, well, some might do, but there’s always the typical prince charming coming along to rescue the lady in distress. He either comes mounted on a fiery dragon, on a flying carpet or some other gadget or he just reaches the top of the mountain without a drop of sweat on his brow, and then kisses the lady in distress or the princess; there’s usually a princess in this type of story. What makes me sick is that dirty clothes, bad breath, B.O and last but not least, horrible looking men are never mentioned unless they’re ogres that are meant to be ogres so that they can do their scary bit in the story.
I hear you. Yes, I can hear you wondering what’s wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong really, at least not anything worth mentioning anyway. I’m fine really, I’m ok. It’s just that I keep hearing this little voice behind my back telling me to tell how I feel and since I have nothing else to do, I’ve decided to put it in writing so that if anyone ever finds me here they will know what I’ve had to go through. You never know, I might end up fossilised. No. No way am I going to be rescued just by the first prince charming that comes along, I’m going to wait here till the right one comes and does exactly what he is supposed to do. Just last week one of those so called princes came along, the poor thing was wearing a white coat and said he was Big Foot, he did look quite big but his feet weren’t that big at all, in fact I think they were smaller than mine. He said that if I went with him he would give me some sweets. I laugh now but when I think about it it wasn’t funny at all. I’ve always been told not to take sweets from strangers and he was a stranger eventhough he had introduced himself.
Two days after him I had another rescuer… "Prince Charming to the rescue!" he shouted when he saw me. He was even worse than Big Foot. I don’t know what his name was but his breath smelled of coffee of all things, so I packed him up. How could he expect me to actually want to be rescued by that coffee addict? Maybe he thought I needed some caffeine, I don’t know. I don’t know what he thought; I just packed him away too when he pushed himself against me.
The last one to come was a lady, all dressed in white too. She told me she was a fairy. Out of all of them she was the funniest. She didn’t have wings for a start, her hair was all done in a bun and to top it all up she was wearing glasses. Who has ever seen a fairy wearing glasses? No one has as far as I know. In fact, I’ve never known of anyone seeing one and besides, all the stories portray fairies as beautiful ladies that have long floating hair, lovely wings and a fair face; this so called fairy was very dark. Maybe she had been sunbathing under the lamp.
"Oh, no, here comes another one. What are you? An angel? Am I finally dead?"
"No, you’re not dead, Lucy. You’re going to be fine" said the lady dressed in white as she got closer. "I’ve come to help you".
"Another rescuer!" Lucy said as she turned around and played with a little box in her hands.
"It’s a nice box you’ve got there, Lucy".
"Yes, it is. It’s made of glass and it has snow flakes carved on the top, look at the delicate hand work..." Answered Lucy as she faced the lady and handed it to her.
Just as the lady went to take the box, Lucy jerked back. "You’re not going to fool me there. I’ll just put you in the box like I did with the rest!" and without any further warning, she proceeded to pull the lady’s hair with such violence that the lady barely managed to call for help.
A door opened and a nurse came with a sedative ready for Lucy.
The end
(737 Words)
© 2007 Alexandra Riera
I hear you. Yes, I can hear you wondering what’s wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong really, at least not anything worth mentioning anyway. I’m fine really, I’m ok. It’s just that I keep hearing this little voice behind my back telling me to tell how I feel and since I have nothing else to do, I’ve decided to put it in writing so that if anyone ever finds me here they will know what I’ve had to go through. You never know, I might end up fossilised. No. No way am I going to be rescued just by the first prince charming that comes along, I’m going to wait here till the right one comes and does exactly what he is supposed to do. Just last week one of those so called princes came along, the poor thing was wearing a white coat and said he was Big Foot, he did look quite big but his feet weren’t that big at all, in fact I think they were smaller than mine. He said that if I went with him he would give me some sweets. I laugh now but when I think about it it wasn’t funny at all. I’ve always been told not to take sweets from strangers and he was a stranger eventhough he had introduced himself.
Two days after him I had another rescuer… "Prince Charming to the rescue!" he shouted when he saw me. He was even worse than Big Foot. I don’t know what his name was but his breath smelled of coffee of all things, so I packed him up. How could he expect me to actually want to be rescued by that coffee addict? Maybe he thought I needed some caffeine, I don’t know. I don’t know what he thought; I just packed him away too when he pushed himself against me.
The last one to come was a lady, all dressed in white too. She told me she was a fairy. Out of all of them she was the funniest. She didn’t have wings for a start, her hair was all done in a bun and to top it all up she was wearing glasses. Who has ever seen a fairy wearing glasses? No one has as far as I know. In fact, I’ve never known of anyone seeing one and besides, all the stories portray fairies as beautiful ladies that have long floating hair, lovely wings and a fair face; this so called fairy was very dark. Maybe she had been sunbathing under the lamp.
"Oh, no, here comes another one. What are you? An angel? Am I finally dead?"
"No, you’re not dead, Lucy. You’re going to be fine" said the lady dressed in white as she got closer. "I’ve come to help you".
"Another rescuer!" Lucy said as she turned around and played with a little box in her hands.
"It’s a nice box you’ve got there, Lucy".
"Yes, it is. It’s made of glass and it has snow flakes carved on the top, look at the delicate hand work..." Answered Lucy as she faced the lady and handed it to her.
Just as the lady went to take the box, Lucy jerked back. "You’re not going to fool me there. I’ll just put you in the box like I did with the rest!" and without any further warning, she proceeded to pull the lady’s hair with such violence that the lady barely managed to call for help.
A door opened and a nurse came with a sedative ready for Lucy.
The end
(737 Words)
© 2007 Alexandra Riera
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