Before Things Were Put On Hold...

ONCE UPON A TIME...
there was a ship. it didn't have a bottom and there were holes in the sides. this didn't matter to the little girl in the blue dress. she took the ship under her arm and made it better. it was a toy ship, of course. made of plastic and wax. the sail was real canvas, and a previous owner had painted a picture of a tree on it. so she took up her paints and went to work. Lia made a beautiful sail and painted it a magnifecent brown. now all the kids would want to play with it and the growns up wanted to place it in a bottle. but she wouldn't let them. "No, it's my ship and i love it." answered Lia. eventually they left her alone. then one day she met a little kid who was four years old. all he had to play with were rocks and dirt. she felt sorry for him and decided to share her boat with him. he was so happy he began to cry. so Lia let him keep the boat. he smiled at her and said "thank you." she knew she had done a good thing. the boat was gone and all she had left were the memories. memories never die she thought to herself every night she saw that the wind was blowing and the water was clear. a good day to go sailing isn't it. one day she decided to climb the hill where the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and wildflowers lingered. she stood there looking over the town with her dress blowing freely in the wind and whispered "today is a brilliant day to fall in love all over again." so she walked to the village and watched the people do the things they did every day. the bakers baked, and the silversmiths refined silver. the old women chased their children and the younger ones ran from their lovers. she smiled and sighed. then she saw the boy. he was much older now, and had long since given the boat to another young girl. she thought he looked familiar but couldn't put her finger on where she had seen him before. he immediately recongnized her, for her face was ageless. he ran up to her and told her how he was a sailor now and had just bought his first real boat; he painted it blue. and she smiled because she had changed something for the better.

-the end
Love, Kathlyn and Anastasia (2004-ish)
(I miss that.)