"The Tales Series" drabbles by Frenchie
The tale of the invisible little girl...
The Tales Series
She always sits by herself at the back of the class, in a shabby pinafore dress that saw better days.
Whenever she raises her hand to answer, the teacher ignores her. At lunch, she stays alone, invisble.
At home, no one notices her either, all too busy and sorry.
Her favourite hiding place is her mother's room, now cold and emtpy. There is a picture of a smiling woman and a pretty little girl who looks just like her.
She vaguely remembers that the little girl drowned. That night, her mother stopped smiling and walked into the sea after her.
The tale of the purple cardigan...
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Nanna has worn the purple cardigan everyday for fifty years, reminder of a magical night with a young minstrel, 1970, Isle of Wight.
They snuggled under it, keeping warm.
Alas, the moving crowd separated them by morning. She only knew his name.
She told her grand-children the story many times, as to keep the memory alive.
Today, on her 72's birthday, they have a special surprise.
As door opens, she turns around and gasps in wonder.
In the doorway, an elderly gentleman stands, now famous musician, clutching awkwardly the chiffon scarf she gave him. He'd never forgotten her either.
The tale of the Oak and the Dandelion...
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Once upon a time, in the far North, a mighty oak stood in the middle of nowhere. Sole survivor of a forgotten era, lonely guardian of desolation and grey skies, the oak, tired, set itself to decay .
From the far South, escaping a bare earth, the wind carried a lone dandelion seed to the Oak.
"Find shelter here, little seed.''
Legend says the Oak and the Dandelion seed fell in love.
The seed became a beautiful dandelion with many seeds of its own.
Soon, birds and animals flocked to their land and the earth revived.
Nothing happens by accident.
The tale of the black dog...
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Once upon a time, in a far away forest, lived a young couple. Every day, he left early for work, coming back late. His wife would hang a lantern at the window to guide him but he was so worried leaving her alone, he bought a black dog to guard her.
The black dog loved her at first sight. Jealous, he knocked over the lantern, extinguishing its light.
She ran out, calling for her husband, now lost. It is said their ghosts still wander the night, searching for each other.
The black dog? no one knows what became of him.
The tale of the lotus flower...
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In my dream, I was walking with my beloved along the grassy banks of the river.
The dream changed. He was waving goodbye, his boat gliding away. I ran but I couldn't catch up. I fell into the murky waters, weeping so much, I became a lotus flower.
My beloved returned, a raven haired beauty by his side. Demanding, she pointed to me. Unknowingly, he scooped me from the waters. As he held me, he felt a great sadness. Angry, his lover threw me overboard.
My beloved cried in anguish and jumped.
The boat vanished. Only two white lotuses remained...
The tale of the little sad puppy...
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I sit at the back, sad. Today was open day. They came, looked at us, and the luckiest ones found good homes. I've been here forever but I haven't had such luck. They like me at first but then, they say No.
The last visitors are leaving. Then, I see her. I fall in love immediately. I will our eyes to meet. She turns, see me and runs back.
I whimper, limp miserably to her, eyes downcast, my bad leg trailing behind. She won't want me now. But she reaches out to me, saying:
'You're coming home with me, Beautiful'.
