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Winter Fairies


Sasha believed that the lacy patterns on her frozen window pane were made by fairies as they danced outside her bedroom window on frosty winter nights. Her grandfather had told her long ago that this was so.  She imagined them dressed in flowing gowns of soft white fur with wreaths of starlit greenery on their heads.  

When arctic winds blew strong, sending tiny beads of ice to tap against the glass and wake her from her dreams, Sasha would slip from her bed, wrap herself up in her quilt, and tiptoe to the window, hoping she would see the fairies dance.

One time her mother found her in the wee hours of morning, standing with her face pressed to the window pane, and scolded her for being out of bed, warning that she surely would catch cold and soon be sick with fever.  Dutifully Sasha climbed back beneath her covers, knowing that her mother was a non-believer who summarily dismissed her grandfather's tales as utter nonsense.

Sasha's grandfather told her that she was a child of the moonlight, able to see and hear things that others could not.  He said it wasn't that her mother didn't want to believe in fairies, but that she had forgotten how, being busy as she was with caring for her children with seven hungry mouths to feed . Sasha had vowed then and there that she would never grow too old to watch for fairies, and the old man had smiled, remembering a time when he too had believed that life was magical and good.

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This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the theme choices this week are frost and call

11 comments:

  1. Grandfathers are special. I never questioned mine. He was my best role model. Very good story, Josie. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you Annie, such relationships are very special blessings in young lives!

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  2. Only when we get old enough again can we see the fairies.

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    1. I have to say, Mimi, I love this comment! And you are right!!

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    2. I so agree with both of you! What a wonderful perspective! :-)

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  3. The older I get the more I believe in "utter nonsense".

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    1. Absolutely Patricia! Maybe during our busy mid-years we miss the little signs of magic that make life special. We let ourselves relax a bit from all that "proper" stuff as we get older, and once again we feel drawn to things we sense but cannot always see.

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  4. This makes me smile and feel renewed a bit.

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    1. I'm glad to know that, Zoe, it made me smile as I wrote it too. It is one of those pieces where the words just came, and I had no idea what it would say until it was finished. I like to believe we all still have room for a wee bit of magic in our hearts!

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  5. Great story! The stubborn promises of the youth! I remember when I promised myself that I was never going to stop believing in Santa Claus! And I still do. LOL, jk! : )

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    1. LOL Joseph! But you have a great point, I think most of us said at one time or another "when I grow up I will....." or "when I grow up I won't ever...." and then we grow up and forget! :-)

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