Love at First Sight
I saw her as I walked down Main Street. Her prim dress and apron pressed to perfection, her raven ringlets and china blue eyes calling to me. And I stood there on Main Street staring at her, like I hadn’t any manners at all. But she was so very lovely.
Mother says she is far too rich for us, but her face is not haughty or proud. Maybe one day, she will have tea with me. I’d put on my very best Sunday clothes, the ones without patches, and we’d laugh and talk. Perhaps she’d even introduce me to the Queen. I figure a lady as fine as her must know the Queen.
Then, she would come home with me. She could sleep upon my bed and I’d give her my goose-down pillow to lie upon. I’d brush her black hair until it shone, tying it up in colorful ribbons with a different color for each day of the week.
She has a peaceful kind of face. One you could drop your troubles into. When my days are heavy, she’ll sit in my lap and smile patiently as I tell her all about it. Then, she’ll whisper glorious tales of faraway princesses and their adventures.
On holidays, I’ll take her down Main Street in my wagon, perched on fresh cut hay and flower petals and Grandma’s best quilt so everyone could see she’s mine.
I pull my nose from the foggy glass though I can't tear my eyes from hers. And I keep watching ‘til I can’t see her anymore as we walk away from Robertson’s Toy Store. Tucking my hand into Mother’s, I say, “Then, do you think Santa could bring her for me?”
“I don’t think elves make dolls like that, Lisbeth.”
So can you relate with this kind of forbidden love? Leave me your comments/stories below. Love to hear em.