Tuesday, July 22, 2008
tooth fairy
“Do you mortify? Do you make it your daily work? Be always at it whilst you live; cease not a day from this work; be killing sin or it will be killing you.” - John Owen
the tooth fairy fluttered her wings prettily and magic dust sprinkles across the wind, swirling on a toothsome ride on the night's breeze coming in through the half-opened window. the little boy lay unmoving in his bed, silent and rigid. the tiny fairy landed on the boy's soft pillow filled with downy goose feathers and fitted with a handmade quilt his loving mother has sewn especially for him. she sighed wistfully at the boy's blessedness wishing she too has a mother to shower some magic sprinkles made with love on her from time to time.
"Now, for that tooth I've come to collect," she whispers in anticipation, dancing her little ballet feet across the boy's chest edging closer to his slightly gaping lips. a sudden realization paused her in her pretend pas de deux with the young sleeping child. the moonlight crept along the wall maneuvering innocent shadows of the night into something darker, something sinister. her eyes widened in fear and trepidation, darting wildly around the room on the qui vive, as if the monstrous bogeyman was about to make a banal appearance. she fell defenseless to the ground of the boy's chest, embracing nothing but the coldness. the boy does not breathe. he is a boy no longer, but a ghost.
2 coffee beans
