Fairy tale

It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.

It all began when he held out his hand to her, and without a word, she started walking with him. she never had questions, he never answered. Silence did its job when eyes ever met, and it happened more than often. He was the star of her life – not the brightest but the constant one. She was the cloudless moonlit night in his universe and nothing could be as beautiful as her any day.

It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.

But he never asked her. He set out to search moon on other planets and forgot the map she had once drawn on his palm for him. He said he was better alone, forgetting the time she filled his lonely nights with dreams.

It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey. If only he had held out his hands once more ….

She now writes farewell fairy tales to share when he returns…

Author: Prats

It's not the dramas or the stories, but actually the people touched by them who taught me how to appreciate these stories, the different medium of expressions, and how to believe that even fictional characters can give hope and smile to so many people around the world. A reader first and obsessive reviewer of things I love, I write when I am deeply touched by a story or a moment. You can find most of my ideas and thoughts first expressed on Twitter - @i_read_write

9 thoughts on “Fairy tale”

  1. My favorite line here is “not the brightest but the constant.” That says so much.

    I feel like there’s more to this story that I’m not getting – is it a nod to a famous myth of some kind? – nevertheless, I enjoyed the poetry of it.

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