The Little Girl
By Radrook
By Radrook
Once upon a time, within a very distant, dark and sunless domain, bereft of moon and stars, there within the deep silence of a small windowless room in the basement of a dark house located at the edge of a precipice, there was a little girl who had always felt helpless whenever the old, tall, bald, muscular giant bellowed and thundered at her from his lofty height.
There, on certain dismal days, he would suddenly burst into her small, dark bedroom in a fury, a can of cold beer always clutched tightly in one large hairy hand, and a smoldering cigar clenched tightly between his yellowed, festering teeth, and his sneering and snarling thin, pale lips.
The little girl would whimper in fear that he would hurt her once more, as he always did when he entered the room in that way. She would always curl herself into a fetal position on her bug-infested cot, desperately hugging her Teddy Bear tightly to her chest, and fearfully burying her tiny pink face into its synthetic fur while she wept. It was a large, brown Teddy Bear that her mom, who had recently passed away, had given her, and it was now the only friend she felt that she had.
“Did you hear what I just said, you little witch?” the shoeless, malodorous, potbellied, black- bearded bastard, who always wore the same soiled white tee-shirt, and blue dungarees, would bellow repeatedly.
In response, the little girl would tightly shut her large brown eyes, and desperately imagined herself far, far away, in a magically wondrous place, amidst the rustle of swaying autumn leaves, and the soft gurgling of meandering, sunlit streams, accompanied by the melodious singing of hundreds of beautifully colorful birds.
There, amidst the flower-perfumed air that softly caressed her battered body with its healing, warm, gentle breeze, she would find herself standing regally beneath a bright blue sky with its billowing white clouds. Then, in that wonderful refuge, cuddled safely within her secret imaginary domain, she'd always be wearing a golden crown decorated with precious stones on her tiny head, dressed in a white glittering silk gown, instead of the soiled rags that the belligerent giant had always forced her to wear.
There, within her wondrous, private world, her wavy blond, hair was no longer matted with dirt, and the floor wasn’t made of rough cement that lacerated the soles of her tiny naked feet, as the giant wanted. Instead, it was gloriously carpeted with vibrant sunlit, emerald-green grass dotted with large Daffodils who always bowed humbly and folded their large, yellow petals obediently whenever she passed by. They would also always happily and softly whisper her name and repeatedly call her their precious little princess.
But she wasn’t alone. Within that haven of safety, she would sometimes catch sight other children appearing briefly, with their once sorrowful eyes full of wonder, and a hope as intense as her own. Somehow, she knew that they were Children who were being granted a merciful reprieve from some agonizing existence, and whose battered little bodies had instantly healed, and whose former painful agonizing cries had been mercifully replaced by joyous laughter.
A very secret and special domain, where the incessant, unmerciful, resonating rumble of the giant’s angered, thundering voice, and the rancid stench of his tobacco-tainted teeth had finally ceased to exist forevermore.
However, like those few children whom she had briefly encountered, her visit had always been temporary, and her reluctant return to her previous dismal reality had always suddenly resumed. But this time, this time she had finally knelt amidst the emerald grass in prayer, fervently pleaded to be allowed to remain in this sanctuary, and this time, this time her request had been mercifully granted.
Meanwhile, back within that very distant, and sunless domain, within the dilapidated house, within the shuttered darkness of that small fetid, windowless basement room where she had been just moments before, the giant remained scowling down at where the little girl and her Teddy bear had been just moments before. He had savagely slammed a his massive fist in their direction, but had hit only the cot’s dusty mattress.
Furiously scratching his ponderous, bald head in frustrated, confusion, he began pummeling the wooden walls with his massive fists in anger, hurling curses at whoever it was that had dared to help her and wondering where the little girl and her Teddy Bear had so suddenly gone.
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