Featured Story: Dreams Really Do Come True… Kinda by JabberHut
“I’m so excited for this, Cally,” Lin said, admiring her new heavy-bound book. “Fairytales: The Cliché. Everyone needs a cliché once in a while, I always say. Right, Cally? Er… Cally?”
She looked down by her feet, but the orange tabby wasn’t there as she usually was. Lin giggled and shook her head. “Not again, Cally! Where are you?” She checked the nearest rosebush for her dear friend. The sunlight blanketed Anglo Park with its brilliant light, easing Lin’s search. The girl bent over the small hedge by the path in case her friend was in the midst of trees. Instead, a bunch of butterflies flew past her face, the soft woosh! of their wings flying past her ears as if she were Snow White. She giggled again and continued calling out Cally’s name.
Eventually, she found her friend creeping toward a huge tree at the corner of the castle ruins. Cally’s green eyes peered up into the tree, her tail bopping from one side to the other. Lin looked into the branches and saw a squirrel admiring its fidgety hands. Shaking her head and smiling, Lin folded her arms and watched the tiny lion. At once, she pounced onto the tree and struggled to climb up to the branch. The squirrel seemed to mock Cally as it watched her claw off the bark then run off.
Lin giggled. “Oh, Cally…” She lifted the tabby into her open arm. “Leave the poor thing alone. It’s got enough to worry about as it is. Well, this does seem to be a nice spot for a bit of light reading,” she added, admiring the view of the ruins.
It felt like standing around Stonehenge, surrounded by such an old structure with a sacred aura about it. She sat down against the tree, staring at the castle and daydreaming. “I love fantasy….Well, let’s take a look at our first story, Cally.”
Lin opened the heavy-bound book and turned the pages to the first story: The Poison Apple.
“Oh, one of my favorites…” Lin said with a light chuckle. “When I die, the first thing I want to see after I wake up is my Prince Charming smacking one on me.” She nodded, and then she looked up to the castle ruins. “A house full of dwarves wouldn’t be bad either…doing my chores and all…. Well, Cally.” She looked back to the book. “What do you say I start reading some snippets in this book?”