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1. The Girl in the Mirror

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It's a nice day in the south of Ireland, and a little cat is sleeping on a very comfortable armchair.
She is dreaming of the coming spring.
There are green meadows, sweet melodies and dances in her dream.
In a whisper the sun assures her that winder is almost finished.

A man knocking on the house door makes her dream fade away.
She opens her eyes annoyed and mews to call her owner.
The old woman opens the doors and welcomes the stranger politely.
The cat wonders if she is still dreaming.

At the door there is the most handsome man she has ever seen.
He is a wayfarer searching for a place to sleep.
He says that he has been walking for two days, and that he is very tired and hungry.
The woman opened the door of her house for him, because he reminds her of her lost son.

She shows him his bedroom and assures him that no one would disturb him before seven o' clock, so he decides to bath and sleep.
He must be very tired, because as he lies on the bed he falls asleep.

The cat jumps in the wardrobe in front of the bed to watch over his dreams.
She is very sad because she knows that she has fallen in the net of an impossible love.
She can't help but cry, and she cries out all her tears.
Her soft fur is soaked with tears when she collapses under the weigh of her pain.

Suddenly a scream wakes her up.
She can't say if she has been sleeping for a minute or for hours.
The man she loves stands in front of her.
She can read his surprise on his face.

"So what? Haven't you noticed that I'm pretty before?" she said, bitterly.
She stops. That wasn't a miaow.
"I'm so sorry, but I was very tired. When I fell asleep I wasn't aware of the beautiful woman, who was sitting there." he replies.
She blushes.

Woman?
She looks in the mirror next to her and the surprise is so big that she is about to faint.
Where is her soft fur? And her long and elegant tail?
She takes a moment to admire her long dark hair, her smooth hands and her eyes, the same green eyes she had when she was a cat.

"Come away with me, Darling".
The voice of the man brings her back to reality.
She smiles and follows him out of the window, in the garden. She jumps on his horse and ride with him towards the edge of the horizon.

At night, an old woman cries and curses the evil spirit that took her beloved cat from her.
Far away, a young woman is blessing God for the happiness that she has found in a true love.
First piece of my 10 weeks project.

I have to thank *sweetmarly for inspiring this story :heart:
She suggested me to write a story about this photo:


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sweetmarly's avatar
This is lovely. I think you did a wonderful job. The story fits the picture perfectly.