The Reality Elf

 I wrote this little story around the beginning of 1995, after I'd gone through a series of difficult life challenges.  The sarcasm and overly flowery language in it is purposeful, and so is the arrival of the Reality Elf to ruin everything.  To me this little story represents sometimes crushed dreams that we may have fun with for a time, but eventually have to face reality.

~KH

I've had quite a bit of stress in my life, we all have....but let's not talk about that.  Let's talk about you, me, and the beautiful things in life.  Let's put ourselves amidst the clouds where the dewy mists can caress our faces...where we can say hi to the birds and dance with the wind.  Mind you...dancing with the wind is just an expression.  I mean, you can't physically dance with the wind.  That sounds pretty absurd, doesn't it?  If this was true people would waltz with the wind or even tango.  Anyway, from there we could go to the heavens and wink at the stars.  We could ride a comet, or take a chunk of swiss cheese from the moon and eat it with satisfying glee.  After taking that bite of swiss cheese, the moon would be angry and blow our bodies to Saturn to be caught in its rings.  Then we'd float along in circles around Saturn...around and around...till finally the reality elf would come along and spoil our fun.