Fairy Tales
An old lady sitting near the fireplace. The room is dark, the only light is the one coming from the fire; it is cold outside. A group of people and children are sitting around her. They are silent, nearly keeping their breath not to disturb her. She speaks quietly, they listen.
The old lady is telling a story. A story that without her memory would be lost forever. But now she is telling it, she is bringing old forgotten characters to a new life. From now on their adventures will be burnt in those children´s soul and they will be renewing for the generations to come.
They will remember the magic atmosphere that she creates, they will use her same rhythm in telling the story, her same pauses, her same intriguing charme. They will do it to make their own grandchildren feel the same emotions they felt, dream as well as they did that very night around the fireplace.
The memory will not be lost. The fairies of the tale will be alive forever.
November 1st, 2009 at 1:58 am
I must say I really like your writing style it is so much better than most blogs I read.
January 2nd, 2010 at 9:55 pm
I can picture the elderly lady telling young children one of her fairy tales. The charm and yes even wit of the story teller shines through in the few lines you have written. I often wish that perhaps I too, one day may be priveledged to sit among a group of eager children listening to a story told with love by an elderly person. It must be a fascinating experience. Thank you for your short but very sweet tale. Bern
January 20th, 2010 at 10:49 pm
Happy you liked it! Hope to fascinate again!