Magic Carpet Ride
She came flying in on a red carpet woven with real gold. She soared between the mountains and skipped across the lake like a pebble chucked by a small boy’s hand. She sailed through the waterfall, laughing in delight even as her eyes caught sight of her father standing big and bold against the blue and cottony sky. She flew in close to him slowly, then picked up speed as she passed him, laughing once more as his outstretched arms missed. She made one more round before letting the carpet settle in a meadow filled with yellow daisies, their rich brown eyed centers giving warmth among the brightness.
She plucked one from the earth and pulled its petals off one by one.
“He loves me!” with a smile.
“Oh, he loves me not.” Her mouth drew down in a mock frown.
“Silly girl,” her father called. His head cast a shadow as he stood over her, his big, loose silver curls catching a gleam from the sun momentarily blinding her. “Of course I love you!”
She giggled as he laid down beside her and tickled her belly. “If only your mother could see you now, flying about like an old pro on that carpet.”
“Ha! She’d throw a fit! ‘She’s too young to be gallivanting around in the skies,’ she’d say. I don’t know why she is so worried. It’s practically safer than driving a car. At least there is no traffic in the sky!”
This elicited a laugh from her father. She loved the sound of it, so deep and jolly, and the way it made his belly jiggle. She loved pulling on his white beard and feeling his moustache tickle her cheek whenever he kissed her.
“It’s her job to worry. Just the same, let’s keep this a secret for now. Christmas eve will be here soon enough and she’ll give in, especially when she gets the report on how well your carpet riding is.” He pulled one of her gold curls conspiratorially.
“I can’t wait. I’ve waited all my life to ride in the sleigh!” She jumped on the carpet in excitement. Her father laughed again. His eyes twinkled.
“All your life, eh? That’s been what, a whole eight years?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m one step closer to bare-backing Rudolph.”
“Let’s slow down. You’ve just had your first ride on the magic carpet. You aren’t quite ready for Rudolph yet. I don’t think Rudolph is ready for you, either. We have time for one more run. You up for it?”
She smiled so wide her teeth sparkled in the sunlight. She sat back down on the carpet, grabbed two gold threads and shouted “Away!”
She went flying away on a red carpet woven with real gold. She soared between the mountains and skipped across the lake like a pebble chucked by a small boy’s hand. She sailed through the waterfall, laughing in delight even as her eyes caught sight of her father standing big and bold in his red pants and black boots. She flew in close to him slowly, then picked up speed as she passed him, laughing once more as his outstretched arms were left empty.
This little story was first inspired by the carpet puzzle piece, which led to thoughts of Steppenwolf and the Magic Carpet Ride song, so here, for your listening pleasure is Steppenwolf’s Magic Carpet Ride:
So, what do you think? How do you like my little story? Constructive criticism is always wanted and appreciated.