A shop window full of pewter dragons and figurines of fairies and imps and all those other terrible high street gift shop horrors.
“Hey look that one looks like you.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“It does, it looks exactly like you. Except for the wings.”
“But I’ve always had wings.”
“Oh, yeah. Except for the tail, then.”
“But I’ve always had a tail.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, except for the sparkling cut-diamond eyes then.”
“But I’ve always had sparkling multi-faceted cut-diamond eyes.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, it looks exactly like you except for the way it’s got its hands round that other statue’s neck.”
And she throttled him to death and flew away home to the moon.
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Notes:
1. Written in 2014 sometime
2. Based on a dream I had
3. And still have occasionally