Bedtime Stories
by JM Prescott
Once upon a time was just like now, only with fewer baths; so don't read to me about a prince charming with no first name and very little dialog.
Read to me stories of despair, insanity, isolation and death. Pick a book of war stories, violent stories. I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
Stop.
Let me pick my own book: I want to read to myself.
Read to me stories of despair, insanity, isolation and death. Pick a book of war stories, violent stories. I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
Stop.
Let me pick my own book: I want to read to myself.
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Author's Note
My mother use to sing Tell Me A Story to hustle me off to bed. It went like this:
Tell me a story
Tell me a story
Tell me a story
Before I go to bed
You promised me
You said you would
You've got to give in
So I'll be good
Tell me a story
Before I go to bed
She'd be appalled if she read this.
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I like this- I'm not sure why I like it, I just do. I've read it twice just to get that mind spin.
Fav to you and your weird unfairytale, JM Prescott :-)
Clever.
Thank you both.