Bombay Rains

It was a brand new day. Cherie opened her to see a big flaming ball of jelly in the sky. Hmmm. No. Too much. She closed her eyes and minutes later, a regular, flaming ball of fire was back in its place. The beauty of it all lay in the simplification. A purple, dripping sun may just be a tad too much. Today was day one in the Candy castle. How was it to be? Cherie jumped with excitement at the prospect of the Royal Games. Now she could live in a world of her making with just what she wished to exist. With her most favourite thing in the whole world at the helm. A big, giant marshmallow. Cherie set about changing her form. It would appear rather suspicious if she was the lone human in the town. And while Cherie had the pick of the lot; all she had to do was make sure she never took the same form twice. She had to completely disappear from the town memory to be able to view this undisturbed. It wouldn’t suit her purpose to be on the roster. For today; Cherie picked a sweet li...

Cherie as previously mentioned was inordinately calm and collected. She was a beautiful child that left people gaping in her wake. Having no parents or elders except an absentee uncle; she was quickly adopted as the collective ward of the village. Everyone loved her and wished to know her business. Well, her business was their business too wasn’t it? Except, what was her business? What was it that Cherie wished for? What did she like, what did she hate? What was Cherie’s favourite past time? Where was Cherie originally from? No one knew anything about this mysterious child who was god’s own gift to them. Cherie ultimately did not deserve all the suspicion that came her way although wonderfully disguised. Cherie had no deep, dark hidden secret; the revelation of which would cause a calamity. Well, maybe one. Even then; a calamity it would cause not. Surely. This humble writer can swear so on her life. All Cherie could do was dream. Her dreams had one peculiarity though. They ha...

Once upon a time though I can’t tell you when; in a place faraway though I can’t tell you where- there lived a young girl. That sweet child was as fresh as the morning dew; as pure as snow at dawn; as happy as a flower in the breeze. She could be called the ideal one. The one we all strived to be. And she was that. Her name, as beautiful as she was; was Cherie. Cherie. French. Does that give you a clue? Don’t be too sure. Cherie was the sweetest thing that had ever lived in that little provincial town. Everyone went to her with their problems; her being all of 14 yrs old. She had a way that only a child could have; to simplify things and with one smile from her; she could make people forget all that was wrong with their lives. But Cherie had problems of her own. As much as she could, she hid behind that brilliant smile of hers. Where everyone knew everyone’s business; no one knew hers. Cherie was an orphan; living with an uncle who had been an absentee guardian for most of her...