She stood by the window, enfolded by the music of November. A cold and gloomy wind threw the fallen leaves mercilessly throughout the garden while low-hanging grey clouds threatened with rain…
She turned and resolutely went into the kitchen, and soon the gentle fragrance of spiced tea began to spread throughout the house.
Choosing a cup with a winking sun, she drew the warm, red blanket around her shoulders as she settled comfortably into the living room sofa, next to the peacefully sleeping cat. Inhaling the wonderful aroma, she took a sip of the hot golden drink…
On the screen in front of her, photos by her friends began to appear… And by the time the cup had turned halfway full, November seemed something far-away and unreal.
Suddenly, the screen faded and turned black, and then a face emerged. It seemed friendly to her, but very strange too… She set the mug aside and peered closely at it.
“Who could it be?” she wondered.
“Can’t you see: I am a spirit!” the creature unexpectedly answered playfully.
Jumping in surprise, she blinked and then looked at the screen again. The face of the mysterious spirit was multi-coloured symmetrical lines, and its eyes glowed with joy – and yet, at the same time, seemed tinged with sadness.
“You must be the spirit of the rainbow!” she exclaimed.
“Guessed… Almost,” it answered intriguingly.
“Why do you have square eyes?” she asked suddenly.
“That is to see you better, my dear.” And then, sensing her confusion, it explained helpfully, “Your world for me is a large room based on four elements …”
“Uhm… quite. And why does your mouth look like a door?” she tried again.
“That is so that I can…”
For some reason, the spirit stopped abruptly. But then the rainbow lines framing the mouth-door somehow began to resemble a kind of colourful tunnel. And, although she continued to sit on the couch, the door seemed to approach her slowly. Finally, not understanding how, she found herself right in front of the threshold.
“You really want to know, don’t you, what is there?” the spirit urged. Its voice became as the surf of a gentle wave in the sea, filled with endless shades of feelings and emotions.
Trying to calm her trembling heart, she closed her eyes for a moment and then asked again “Be so kind to answer, sir. What kind of spirit are you really?”
“The spirit of a fairy tale, my lady,” it whispered, opening the door in front of her.
She took a deep breath and looked beyond…
For a Russian version, with some different photos and music,
please click here: ДУХ СКАЗКИ
Attribution
Story: Elena Voroniouk © 2019, all rights reserved.
Photography (in order of appearance):
Anita – Happy Women’s Day
Pranav – Kaleidoscopic
Video:
Evgeny Kissin: Rachmaninoff – Prelude Op 3 No 2 in C Sharp minor
Rimsky-Korsakov – Scheherazade
Reflections of the Heart 
Hola dear Elena!
Me ha gustado mucho este relato. Con tus palabras me has hecho vivir, me has hecho sentir el espíritu de un cuento de hadas! Me ha encantado el ambiente de Noviembre que has recreado . Genial las fotos que también eliges para tus relatos. Siempre me llaman , especialmente la atención , las fotos de Pranav!
Saludos Elena!🥰‼️
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Hola dear Nines! 💖
I am truly thrilled by your gripping comment!! My dear friend, it is magical – the way you can make me smile… 🙂 🙂 🙂
I am so happy that my story could touch you this way! :)))
Wishing you a most enchanting weekend, dear Nines! With lots of joy and love!☀️
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First thing that came to mind was The Lady and the Tiger 🙂
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Oh, what a truly delightful little gem! And I wasn’t aware of it 🙂 Thank you so much, Endless – both for your great comment and for pointing me in the direction of that fascinating story!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a most relaxing Sunday, my friends – most delightfully so, and without tigers! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Beautiful story, I enjoyed reading it. We all would love to peek into the mouth of the spirit of a fairy tale. 🙂
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Dear Megala, you are so right! Some of us are trying to kiss the enchanted frogs; others become dentists! 😀
But seriously, what if we already did? What if our life on Earth is a kind of fairy tale, influenced by our thoughts and feelings and needs? One, which we just need to notice? There is so much magic and wonder in our lives – if just we actually looked for it…
I have also been toying with the thought that maybe our life here is kind of illusionary? The Indian idea of Maya, maybe – although that would be a different take on it – or the concept of life as something which we experience in a dream… One wonders who (or what?) the dreamer is, then… 😉 🙂 🙂
Wishing for you and your loved ones – a most happy and beautiful fairytale! 🌈☀️💖
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So true! We believe in leela (drama) & maya, (ie.) whatever we see is maya, whatever happening around us is leela. In that case our life is indeed a fairytale. 🙂
Wishing you a wonderful week filled with captivating maya & cheerful leela! 🙂
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Fascinating story…we all want a fairy-tale in our life..isn’t it !
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Dear Deeksha, thank you so much!! :)))
Yes, I guess so… at least when they are the modern kind. The old ones – they were generally darker…
I hope your life will be full of beautiful fairytales – of the fun and happy and light-filled kind! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Wow! This article just blew my mind. Such an amazing read.Thank you for the value offered here:-)
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Hi Nick! Thank you very much 🙂 It was very uplifting to read your comment!
Have a great week and much success with your projects 🙂
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