Once upon a time there was a Mommy who wanted to write a book for her two adorable yet precocious daughters, Abby and Sadie, and her niece, Hazel.
As she would sit down to write, her mind–which was full to running over moments before–would suddenly be empty. It was as if someone had reached in and just plucked her thoughts out like they were petals on a flower. The pictures in her head refused to be translated into words. Instead they seemed to lose all color and then fade away.
She found that her own stubbornness and refusal to give up were working against her. Try as she might nothing she did made any bit of difference. It actually seemed that the harder she tried the further away the images got.
Then while gazing out the window at the garden she saw a cheerful-looking light zipping around. Curious, she grabbed her camera and walked outside as quietly and quickly as she could, hoping not to scare away whatever was hovering around the fairy statue in the garden.
As she crept closer and saw what it was, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. Fairies don’t exist. Her daughters had told her about the fairies in the garden, but she never believed them, until now.
Astoundingly the delightful little fairy didn’t dart away. The fairy allowed her to get close enough to see her delicately beautiful features. She was amazed at the fairy’s radiant glow. Every feature seemed to be lit from within. Then the fairy spoke in the daintiest voice she had ever heard.
“My name is Shayla. Who are you, ” whispered the fairy.
Bewildered that the fairy had spoken to her, she was barely able to utter, “Malia.”
“Pleased to meet you Malia.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you also Shayla. I must tell you that I’ve never seen a fairy before. Or talked to one either.”
“I know. I see you in the garden all the time. And the little girls too.”
“The girls have seen you before. When they told me I didn’t believe them. Would it be alright if I took some photographs of you?”
“What is a photo…photo…. photo…graph?”*****
“It’s a way we can show other people what we see, or saw somewhere. Or even a way to help us remember things that made us happy or smile.”
“I suppose that would be alright. But I can show you lots of things that I see everyday that make me happy and smile.”
“That would be wonderful, Shayla.”
At this Shayla darted this way and that way all over the garden. Then she came back and said, “Malia, you need to see this first.”
As Shayla pointed at the fairy statue in her garden, Malia looked but didn’t think it was that remarkable. Shayla giggled at Malia’s look of confusion.
“No silly, look from down here,” urged Shayla.
As Malia crouched down to view it from Shayla’s perspective, the fairy statue didn’t just look like a statue anymore. It looked like a fairy guardian.
“What do you see?” asked Shayla.
“I see a fairy guardian. Is that what she is?”
“Yes. Her name is Ginevra.”
To be continued………….
Ok, internet that is all you get for tonight. Hopefully I will be able to work on it more tomorrow.
But, before I go any further I need to thank Bethany Actually. She edited this for me completely on the spur of the moment. Thank goodness for instant messaging and email. If it wasn’t for her you would be reading this without any editing except my own. And if I wrote it I probably won’t see it unless it’s underlined in red. ****(All content written after this point has not been through Bethany’s brilliant editing.) (I just said that didn’t I?)
I love to write and this is my first attempt at writing anything resembling a real story. (Though I did write a picture book for Rapunzel once, but sadly never had it illustrated. Maybe I can find it and post it here for you to critique.) I’m writing it for my girls, all three of them, as a Christmas present this year.
I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know either way. As I said to Bethany, “be brutally honest.” I need to know the truth. I hope I can take it.
You can see more of the photos that inspired me here.
*not the actual title. As I have no idea what it will be called yet.
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