Here are two drabbles that I wrote for Lily´s Friday Prediction but never posted. The first one was supposed to be an interpretation of HC Andersen´s ”The Little Match Girl”, but came out more as a summary. The second one was written in the last minute and when I was going to post it my internet connection died (don´t sit too close to fire with a laptop, people!) and when it came back it was already Friday! The next Friday! This day, today! So I´m posting it here =)
The words: waif, lie, inanimate.
She watches, inanimate and pale, her breath forming ice blossoms on the window.
Inside cheeks blush with punch and laughter. A small hand, sticky with chocolate, pulls a red velvet dress. The candle light shatters through crystal prisms and dances in glazed-over eyes.
The waif crouches under the window and lights one of her matches. Just one.
When her Nana smiles inside the flame, she knows it´s a lie, but she still sets her remaining matches on fire and reaches for the loving embrace they offer.
Snow covers her tiny body as the party turns to dancing. It´s Christmas.
The words: priory, gold, shift.
It´s an old priory and she restores it, seemingly respectful, keeping as much of the outer structure as she can save. She paints its chapel golden and laughs when a friend refers to the golden calf and calls it blasphemy.
Years pass by and she´s rarely seen anymore. The letters to her mother become random and confusing.
An angel takes her in the chapel, seduced by her gold. He´s weak, a fallen soul, but his eyes shift faster than the endless sky, so filled with emotions.
”This. Only this,” she says as she kisses him. ”I prefer my soul mortal.”
Happy New Year, friends! I´m so grateful for the past year, so happy to be here and I can´t wait to see what the new year will bring! I´m sure I´ll be surprised =)