Jasmine and the magic Fairy - Short story

Jasmine and the magic Fairy

Jasmine had been feeling poorly with a bad cold for almost a week now. She had missed out on the school nativity play which she had been chosen to be a fairy and was so upset not to be able to wear the pretty pink and blue wings Mummy had made for her and her soft snow white leotard, baby pink ballet shoes and never to hold the long magic glittery silver wand that was kept at school in a special dressing up box. Fairies were magic and Jasmine had made plans to use her special magic to grant the wishes for her younger brother, George to bring a puppy to him on Christmas day and for herself, the beautiful little dolly who walked and cried.

It was just Mummy, Jasmine and George that lived in a cosy, warm cottage just on the edge of a forest which looked like a magical white glowing wonderland when the snow fell. Jasmine remembered last year when she and George built the biggest snowman which stayed there for all of Christmas.

Mummy knew Jasmine was upset to have missed her play but could not send her in with a temperature and tried to cheer her up by helping put the white, silvery Christmas tree up in their front room with the lovely colourful green and red baubles and of course - the beautiful fairy with the white lace dress that sat on the top branch that watched over and looked after them. Jasmine cried when the fairy lights didn’t work and copied Mummy twiddling with one of the bulbs when she thought she saw a tiny pink twinkling light coming from the bulb and the next thing she knew, the tinniest and brightest of lights came floating slowly towards her until Jasmine saw it was a real fairy! Mummy and George had disappeared into another room and as the little fairy landed in Jasmine’s hand, the fairy began to speak in a quiet and gentle voice, waving her magic wand around leaving a trail of sparkly silver glitter over Jasmines’ hands. “What would be your dearest wish for Christmas Jasmine?” The little fairy said. “Oh a special dolly for me and a puppy for George and for Mummy to be happy!” Jasmine replied. “I wanted to be a fairy in my school play, but I’ve had a bad cold and I’m so upset that my Mum kept me home”. “Don’t cry Jasmine, fairies can make a little magic, but you have to be a good girl for Mummy and try to be helpful”.

Just then, George ran into the front room with a box of wooden soldiers and the fairy quickly jumped back into the bulb on the fairy lights.

Mummy had been sad for a little while, because Daddy had been cruel and lived somewhere else, but Jasmine knew she had been a little happier recently because Mummy had been smiling a little more and told her that she and George might have a ‘special visitor’ over the Christmas holiday. At least this was something Jasmine could look forward to and perhaps this visitor was the real Father Christmas that would leave the presents that she wished for this year.

As the first snowdrop fell from the sky that afternoon, she hoped that she and George could build another big snowman like last year and as she looked out of the window, she saw a shiny red car park outside their cottage and out got the kindest looking and very tall man she had ever seen with the most adorable sandy coloured Labrador walking towards their house! Then Mummy said, “Jasmine and George, this is Colin and Goldie! They have come to live with us”.

The same afternoon, four of Jasmine’s school friends and her class teacher knocked at her door and knowing Jasmine had been unwell they gave her a pretty green and red gift wrapped present and as she unwrapped her new Dolly on Christmas day, the fairy lights on the Christmas tree started to twinkle.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

30th November 2007

Disillusioned

Heavy stuff thinking about someone who perhaps doesn't like me, but I do not know why.

Disillusioned

My problems solved under my sheets

Can hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

I close my eyes, drift off to sleep

And in my dreams I plan to meet

the demons I hope to exorcise

Before the morning sun will rise.

A new scenario I begin to analyse,

Another failure - albeit I've tried.

Now full of my own self criticise,

My mental strength quickly vaporised.

A plan that's already been thwarted,

Not talked about, quickly aborted.

(My psyche that's now so distorted).

And because of lack of indiscretion

There are some things not yet mentioned.

I'll imagine my way out of this mess,

open my eyes to life afresh.

Rid all my thoughts that have been troubled,

The misconceptions that have been muddled.

The wires that are crossed in my mind

Caused by people that have been unkind.

Can't cope with all this condescending -

Seems like now it's never ending.

And the person that I love the most,

Gets pushed away and can't get close.

I envisage my thoughts that feel so right,

what I should have realised in hindsight.

Now my judgement has become so clear,

As these confused feelings evaporate in tears.

These struggles begin to crystallise

As the sun cycle begins to rise.

But now it's reached its pitch and depth,

I'm learning to give a long arm length.

But as I awake to reality

My dreams were only temporary.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

27th January 2008