Once upon a time…
Isn’t that how these tales always begin?
Tales of fay folk, elves, and angels…
Of devils in dark suits void of briefs
for the sake of convenience.
Well, here we go…
Once upon a time
there was a little girl
living in a great big house
filled with beauty.
Mostly her beauty…
And, I speak of mother
not child. Children are more
precious than beautiful…
with a dose of precocious for spice.
But, I digress…
Every man in the kingdom
of freedom wanted the child’s
mother, not for true love, however.
There was a notion about her.
She was a fantasy…
One day, there in the dark
and narrow halls of a
haint white kingdom, a sheriff worse than
Nottingham crossed eyes with the child.
He was evil personified…
Such a sad, bad man, he was
that when the child smiled
he believed she was taunting him,
And so he swore revenge.
He swore to kill the child…
Instead, he did far worse.
Aware of the King’s disdain
for murdering children,
he had someone else do it.
To both of them…
But, like magic, or rather
with the help of the magical
universe, whose control is
absolutely perfect and in tune…
They both came back…
Mother as child, and child,
well, years later when the mother
found a young man with the
same birdthday (spelling intended).
They were all birds…
That is, in the in-between.
That part of life’s cycle where
tomorrow is yesterday, and
bygones pass away…
Eventually…
Mother, knowing her beauty
was at fault, took the beating
as any mother would take
from a monster for her child.
But, there were so many….
Many, many monsters,
both male and female,
young and old alike, aching
to beat up on the Mom.
And so it went….
So it went for 60 years,
until Mama finally got
pissed off enough to shout
“Enough already!”
Do you want to fight?!!!…
Silence. A deafening silence
fell over the land, like water
crashing down from a broken dam
where too much rain fell too soon.
And then it happened…
Her every thought of revenge
came true, because she refused
to give up and marry the
Sheriff’s disgusting son.
That was part of the deal…
Or so he thought, when he
thought he was King. He said,
“You have to marry one of these boys.”
Mama, just a child, didn’t know marry
from soda pop…
“Put a baby in here?” she pointed
to her tiny abdomen.
“I think it’s too small,
after all, I’m a baby.
And babies can’t fit into babies…”
They tried anyway, and tried,
and tried, and tried, having forgotten
the laws of nature and rebirth.
They tried of all ages.
They tried of all times…
So Mama got a revenge of her own.
She said, “Let him live unnaturally long,
let him live in pain and distress.
Let him beg for death.
And so mote it be.”
Meanwhile, the real baby,
far, far away in another world
grew up and met a handsome prince
who took her to France to get married
In a castle!!
The End.
