Pandora – Garden of Broken dreams

Once upon a time,

Five little lasses were playing in the garden one sunny spring morning.  They were quietly sitting in the grass making daisy chains out of sweet smelling flowers. As they sat there surrounded by the tiny little petals, they began to chat about what they wanted to do and what they wanted to be when they grew up

The first little lass spoke up and said when she grew up, she wanted a bright red car and the biggest mansion in the entire kingdom.

The girls all sighed as they dreamed about the glittering gated mansion with the bright shiny car parked outside framed by a magnificent garden and ornate golden draperies in the crystal windows.

The second lassie soon spoke up, wistfully saying she wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the whole kingdom when she grew up. The most beautiful boy in the kingdom would take one look at her and fall deeply in love with her sweeping her off to his palace.

The other little girls all ooh’ed and ah’ed as they day dreamed of the handsome prince riding up to sweep their little friend off her feet and take her away to the land of happily ever after.

The third little girl didnt have to think about her dream, she already had it planned. She wanted to be a star on tv and in movies and have every one in the kingdom adore her and love her. The other little girls excitedly thought of fame and fortunes and signing autographs for worshipping adorers.

It was the the fourth little girl’s turn next and she announced with a smirk that she wanted to rule the world and own diamond mines with slaves and minions at her beck and call.

The other girl’s eyes all sparkled as they imagined maids in stiff starched white linen uniforms wheeling polished silver service trays full of delectable temptations with handsome men offering their friend riches beyond their wildest dreams.

The four little girls then turned to the fifth little girl and waited expectantly to hear what her dream was.

The fifth girl thought for a moment before she spoke.
“I want to be wise” she said quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

The other girls looked at their little friend. There was silence. The only audible sound was the steady drone of the bottle green blowflies gathering and buzzing around four little mouths that had by now fallen gapingly open. Four litle faces in shock, after listeniing to their little friend’s rather bizarre and horrid sounding dreams.

The first little girl smiled. Then she giggle and then the first little girl started to laugh her head off, while she turned to the other little girls. One by one the four girls started laughing. They all laughed, and they laughed and laughed.

Those four little girls laughed at the fifth little lass until tears welled painfully up in her eyes.

Then they laughed some more when they saw her tears of distress.

The fifth little girl scrambled up from the ground, wiping the hot tears that were pouring down her face in twin waterfalls away on her sleeve, as she took one last glance down at all the beautiful flowers in her hand.

She turned and tossed the pile to the wind and then turned and ran home as fast as her tiny little fae legs would carry her.

Arriving home, she raced into her bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her. She threw herself on the bed and sobbed.

She sobbed and sobbed until she had no tears left to sob.

Picking herself up off the bed, she walked sadly up to the dresser and sat down. Her eyes rose to face herself in the mirror.

She picked her music box up from her dresser and turned the key before setting it back down, with the sounds of Puccini’s La Boheme now soothing her tortured soul.

Glancing down at the remaining daisy chain entwined around her wrist, she slowly brought her arm to her face, nuzzling the tiny petals and drawing the sweet aroma deep inside her soul.

She removed the flower chain gently from her wrist, taking care not to damage the tiny tender petals then softly placed it inside her music box.

She looked down in silence at the heart shaped music box, watching the purple faery dancing merrily and proudly around her circle.  a single tear running from her left eye and dropped into the box.

Sadly she closed the lid of the music box on the bright and beautful purple ballerina, crushing her and forcing her to fit  down in the darkness of the box.

The echo of the  lid slaming down bounced softly off the wall before slowly fading out. Until that moment she had been dancing merrily around on the dance floor, happy, bright and beautiful.

Now there was silence in her stillness.

The silence grew. She never told anyone her dreams again. She kept them locked deep within her heart along with that ever forgotten daisy chain in the music box.

Her dreams were hope  and she didn’t want to share them when there were so many of those four other little princesses just waiting with hatred in their hearts, to crush all hope that grew.

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