Paper maid and the metal man…
The beauty of her pirouette roused something deep inside. Never did he believe that the light weight paper of an origami gal in a lace tutu would distract him from the mission at hand. Yet, what mission is this? The General just dumped all the soldiers upon the field, left them disorganized and uninformed.
A tin soldier has naught but his valor, yet what valor does a one legged tin soldier have? One legged, on a field of brown, face down, yet looking across the battlefield at, at HER!
One leg bent, one leg straight, chin up, arms folded just so. Such grace, such beauty, how can a mere foot soldier approach one so fair and ask for her hand? How? Delicate as glass, yet paper made- rice paper if he were to guess. The most tender of sheaf. Balanced and subtle, but strong in posture, made to read, read to love. He must have her…
In low crawl fashion he makes his way, through the formation, never stalling at a block, yet pushing though in earnest that he may hear the sound of her voice. Rustling in the wind as it may- as paper shuffled for professional purpose.
His mission? Her!
Upon arrival he lifts himself to his single knee, places his hand before him; beckons her to take his touch.
And the wind blows from yon window open. The gust lifting her from his grasp and flinging her across the divide; gone. While the General returns.
Placing them upon the field, the General stands each tin soldier in formation with heads held high, chest thrust out, proud, ready, willing. Except him, our soldier, her tin soldier.
One leg is not enough to allow him to stand as the others do. The General notices, picks our tin soldier from the field for inspection. Unsatisfactory, the soldier is cast away, into the divide, to land aside the paper ballerina.
Although light of person, she takes his hand and pulls with mighty task. Unto her she brings him, away from flame of dragon’s breath, through cave in mountainside, past beast of whisker and long tail, unto darkened sanctuary. They remain, in love, in loss, forever in one another’s arms, for eternity.
The end…
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