Read The Homeless Ghosts of Calcutta, A Collection. Page 5

  The Pretty Pink Princess Fantasyland Play Set

  Prologue

  “Mummy, tell me a story please,” wheedled the russet haired lad tucked deep within his covers.

  A crumpled pair of ears peeked out revealing nothing more of the teddy bear that lurked beneath with a concerned expression on its face.

  The boy’s mother arched an eyebrow: “A story? Why, did I not just read one last night?” she teased.

  “Yes you did. Please mummy. I want to hear a holiday story, a special holiday story!”

  Mother smiled softly waving her hand at the lamp causing it to dim. The room dipped into a gentle glow. The night sky appeared on the ceiling complete with all of the stars and moons. She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and stroked the silky brown hair.

  “Most assuredly I have a tale to tell. It may not be quite what you had in mind, but I think it will suffice. Is Teddy ready?”

  The boy nodded his head.

  “And are you ready?”

  More vigorous nodding.

  “Then let us begin. Our tale starts one Christhankstide Eve, on Mount Grimm, under the prime moon…”