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Geraldine and Jersey
Once there was a couple named Geraldine and Jersey. They had been together so long they could barely remember a time when they weren’t. But they remember the moment they fell in love, because even though it was a long time ago, it felt like yesterday to them. Or at least yesterday it felt like yesterday, because today they had started to drift apart and Geraldine knew it was all their house’s fault. The old place was full of problems like the cracks that let in the cold air in the winter and the pipes that were so squeaky that they played "The Twilight Zone Theme" every night. So they decided it was time to move away.
Jersey and Geraldine started packing away their old things. There was the head of the unicorn that he killed to impress her not knowing it was her favorite flying horse. The broken piece of looking glass that she used to put make up on he said she never needed.
But when they checked under their bed to make sure they had packed everything, they found something strange. There behind the missing socks a big ugly weed was growing and they knew from its size that it must have been there a while.
They yanked at the weed. They hacked at it. They burned it. They even tried feeding it Jersey’s worst Borsht, the one that killed Uncle Targot, but every time the weed came back even stronger than before.
Geraldine and Jersey were old and wise, but there was someone in their land who was wiser and plenty older. Some people thought she was ugly, others thought the warts she had on her face gave her character.
Everybody knew the Answer Hag had lived up to her name. Answer Hag told Geraldine and Jersey, if there was any magic that could solve their weed problem, it wasn’t something she could give them, it was something they already had or used to have and it was right under their noses. Something bigger than an air cast, but smaller than the lazy boy she made him throw away. And they wouldn’t know what it was until it came along and bit them.
So Geraldine and Jersey searched everywhere for the thing that was missing. Was it the ancient shoes he wore to their wedding? Was it the lock of her hair she gave him when they were engaged? It was none of these.
And then one day when they were searching the house separately, Geraldine and Jersey met in the hallway and couldn’t get by. When he moved left, she moved right and when she moved left he moved right. Pretty soon they realized they were dancing and it made them laugh.
When they laughed they heard the house shake with a strange noise, almost like it was laughing with them. They went downstairs and saw that the noise was the giant weed getting sucked through the floor and hailed back into the earth. The more they laughed the faster the weed withered away.
And as the couple danced through the cold night, their house grew warmer and brighter around them. And they knew no other house could keep them as close. So they unpacked their things and they stayed. And they lived happily ever after.
Once there was a couple named Geraldine and Jersey. They had been together so long they could barely remember a time when they weren’t. But they remember the moment they fell in love, because even though it was a long time ago, it felt like yesterday to them. Or at least yesterday it felt like yesterday, because today they had started to drift apart and Geraldine knew it was all their house’s fault. The old place was full of problems like the cracks that let in the cold air in the winter and the pipes that were so squeaky that they played "The Twilight Zone Theme" every night. So they decided it was time to move away.
Jersey and Geraldine started packing away their old things. There was the head of the unicorn that he killed to impress her not knowing it was her favorite flying horse. The broken piece of looking glass that she used to put make up on he said she never needed.
But when they checked under their bed to make sure they had packed everything, they found something strange. There behind the missing socks a big ugly weed was growing and they knew from its size that it must have been there a while.
They yanked at the weed. They hacked at it. They burned it. They even tried feeding it Jersey’s worst Borsht, the one that killed Uncle Targot, but every time the weed came back even stronger than before.
Geraldine and Jersey were old and wise, but there was someone in their land who was wiser and plenty older. Some people thought she was ugly, others thought the warts she had on her face gave her character.
Everybody knew the Answer Hag had lived up to her name. Answer Hag told Geraldine and Jersey, if there was any magic that could solve their weed problem, it wasn’t something she could give them, it was something they already had or used to have and it was right under their noses. Something bigger than an air cast, but smaller than the lazy boy she made him throw away. And they wouldn’t know what it was until it came along and bit them.
So Geraldine and Jersey searched everywhere for the thing that was missing. Was it the ancient shoes he wore to their wedding? Was it the lock of her hair she gave him when they were engaged? It was none of these.
And then one day when they were searching the house separately, Geraldine and Jersey met in the hallway and couldn’t get by. When he moved left, she moved right and when she moved left he moved right. Pretty soon they realized they were dancing and it made them laugh.
When they laughed they heard the house shake with a strange noise, almost like it was laughing with them. They went downstairs and saw that the noise was the giant weed getting sucked through the floor and hailed back into the earth. The more they laughed the faster the weed withered away.
And as the couple danced through the cold night, their house grew warmer and brighter around them. And they knew no other house could keep them as close. So they unpacked their things and they stayed. And they lived happily ever after.