A favourite blog of mine is: smalltownmusing.wordpress.com. In her blog, Jaya often shares old, delightful tales which I enjoy. I’m jealous. I wanted to share some too, but found I couldn’t remember them. I must have heard some, but they’re lost somewhere in those numerous, old files in my brain and I can’t seem to find them. So today I decided to write about a forgotten story.
A FORGOTTEN STORY…
Too bad the story was forgotten. It may have been a nice story, warm, sensitive, perhaps even amusing. We’ll never know because, unfortunately, the story was forgotten.
Who forgot it will never be known, but it must have been a very uninspired person. Perhaps more than one person forgot the story because surely if it was a really nice story, more than one person must have known it. Maybe they all forgot it at the same time.
Was it about a dragon? A knight in shining armour? A circus? A young girl? Was it sad? Or happy? No one knows. How could they. It was, after all, forgotten.
And who cares? Stories are a dime a dozen, but a nice, warm, sensitive, perhaps amusing story like this one? Why don’t I remember it?
No, it should not have been forgotten. It is a shame it was, but it was — by me.