The Diary

Posted: July 22, 2017 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman took us to the Great Barrier Reef to swim with turtles! How fun is that? What a wonderful place for the imagination to spin out of control.

Clutching her tattered diary, the old woman speaks.
“I’ve flown with pelicans. Sung with whales and danced with fairies in the dark. Once I rode a turtle’s back. I’ve lived inside a volcano. Built a house from coral and carried it to the top of a mountain in the palm of my hand.”
The children giggle.
“I’ve lain in fields of golden glass poppies and slept in ice caves so blue and warm I needed to wear my swimsuit.” Wink. “Or nothing at all.”
The children go silent.
“I’ve loved and been loved by dragons and kings, princesses and Gollums. I’ve been to war, caused a war and ended a war. Fire is my friend. Weakness my enemy.”
The children grow bored. The woman falls asleep.
Carefully the eldest child steals the diary, opens it. Feathers and fairy wings, fire, coral, ice, and shards of golden glass drift upon the floor.

  1. k rawson says:

    Mesmerizing! I love this, I’d love to see it turn into something more.

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  2. Beautiful fairy tale. Her back to the sea, her face to the children. Lovely stuff.

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  3. James says:

    They thought she was making it all up until…

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  4. Dear Lish,

    Magical and ethereal! I love this. Lovely and well written.



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  5. Hi Alicia, this is such a lovely storyteller’s story. A tall tale that wasn’t so tall. I would love to know what happens next. Where are these children, who is this diarist really… Thanks for such sparkling prose on this rain-soaked day.


  6. There is a magical ring to your story. Beautiful fairy tale, Alicia.

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