Mint Night

It started as once upon a time, it ended in an enchanted forest. In the beginning there was a princess a magical night that ended when the clock struck twelve. In the city amidst fog trash and beggars lived an orphan girl who had no name, no need for one, nobody in particular she loved. Her castle an abandoned house near the docks. She was young, blond hair rosy cheeks lithe and lovely. Adopted  daughter of a prostitute, her father unknown. Her mommy the only one she ever knew said she came from strange places. Who needs a name when one comes from strange places. A name for everyday, every moment, whenever she wanted to trade in a name for a new name, discarded like paper. So many names, when the time came her mother said, she would find a name to stick with, a name that suited her like moss to a rock. Until then have fun, go on now.

She watched her mother die from a terrible illness, disease scraped the skin, shredded from her once beautiful body. When her mother died, there was no one to help dispose of the body. So she did it herself, it took her five hours to carefully pull her mother across the floor to the kitchen that had no roof to the front door that had no bell out to the shore where no one ever came and gently pushed her out into the deep dark muddy river where no one ever swam. The city lights across the way underneath the moon screamed with sparkles that rested themselves for a moment on her mother’s dress before she sank to where no one had ever been. Perhaps her mother could finally learn about the language of the diamond gill. Supposedly in the murky waters of the river lived a clan of beautiful creatures. Her mother swore up and down that when she was an undamaged girl, she saw one sunning it’s beautiful self on a large white rock behind a tugboat. It had milky skin tinted green, white chocolate mint, it could have been a boy it might have been a girl. Nonetheless the creature was spectacular. Sunning itself on the darkest part of the moonlight, a glorious crown on it’s head. Royalty, escaping just for a moment from the drudgery of the river. When it happened, as soon as a far off church bell rang at the stroke of midnight. A piece of sky fell and crushed the creature, splash splatter a gasp then bloody brilliant guts mixed with lemon white bone seeped into the wretched water. Always an adventurous girl, her mother as an unspoilt young lady walked up to the once glorious being and stared at the one eyeball still flickering. She got on a hands and knees to gaze closer morbid curiosity and noticed me still a baby on my birth mother’s breast. Amazingly enough, not crushed, milky white with a green tint. She picked me up, covered in rocks and tears. Carried me wrapping in her shawl to her boyfriend’s house a place she called the castle by the docks.