lil matchstick girL~ part 3

hi, sorry i took so long... here's the links to the first two parts if u forgot the story~ enjoy...
part I
part II

the moon loomed
the night, haunting
the wind frenzied~

huge, dizzying, clumps of snow fell through the air.... patches of white against an iron-grey sky, snow that touches ur tongue with cold and winter, that kisses ur face with its hesitant touch b4 fre3zin you to death...

inches upon inches of snow buried the land... creating a fairy-tale world & makin everything unrecognizably beautiful....

the lil matchstick girL~ laid motionless on the gravel floor.... spent matches surrounded her lusterless body~

a lil boy and his father were makin their way home from the florist... he wanted to surprize his mother with a bouquet of Lilacs on new year's...

the boy flaunted the flowers to everyone he met on the way... he hand-picked each one himself and was excited to see the look on his mother's face~
they passsed an alley and the boy halted his father...

"hello lil girl... arent these flowers pretty? im giving them to my mother for new year's eve, she'd be so delighted."

the lil girL~ remained silent....

curious, the boy gestured for his father to inspect her...
she was cold as death.... her clothes were torn, her skin, pruned & shrivilled
...

she was dead...

the father gasped, but remained calm.. he didnt want to frighten his son.... he surveyed the area and found the burnt-out matches....

"she was... trying to warm herself... " he muttered~

the lil boy kneeled beside the lil matchstick girL~ tilting his lil head to one side, he gazed at her face... her eyes were closed and she was pale blue... but there, on her lips...

she was, smiling...
the boy smiled too~

"she's pretty" said the boy to his father...
then he he plucked a Lilac from his mother's bouquet and placed it in her cold, cold hands....

"lets go son, ur mother's waiting..."
the boy stood up & brushed his knees. He took his father's hand, and they walked on..


the moon was still..
the night, mourned...
the wind blew no more~


~End~





im gonna, dedicated this to my mom.... so yeah..
oOh, and kudos to Mr Hans Christian Andersen~



cheers~