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A Fight Against Madness

A witch sat in her arm chair. On the table alongside sat a pot of raspberry tea, a plate of lemon scones, and a jar of clotted cream. There was also a knife.

    Why, wondered the witch, is the world mad?

    Do you have an armchair? she asked the world.

    Do you have tea and scones and cream?

    Do you have a bed at night? Books? Children or quiet (one or the other will do)? A friend? Two friends?

    Why are you so mad, little world?

    The sky turned pink gold out the window. The witch ate her scone, cut with the knife and smeared with the cream, and drank her tea, creamless. She forgot about the mad world. 

    A knock came at the door. Croup. Another knock. Wart. Another knock. Birth pains, and too soon.

    The witch didn't think about the world then, either.

    She fell asleep, worn and weary, too tired to think about it again that day.

    The witch didn't think about the mad world again until a week later. Why are you mad? Do you have chocolate biscuits? Tea with cream, and a spoon to stir it with? A wedge of cheese? Do you have a small apprentice who watches you? An aging body to watch over?

    She ate her biscuits without cream and her tea stirred with. She forgot about the mad world.

    So went her days.

    So went her life.

    So lessened the madness in the world. 

The Shadow

 It was all hard, all struggle, to see past the shadow. Shadow was everywhere, and the girl knew better than to be friends with it. She knew that she must be friends with light, with its bright, cheerful glaring, illuminating all the things.      All the things.      The roses and distractions and dust.      Yet, bowers are made of shadow, distractions are better unlighted, and dust... well, it is better hid in some shadows than in others...      Shadow, then, it had to be acknowledged, had some fine points. Very fine, too often ignored points. It was another one of those things that people said without thinking, the girl realized. She had been realizing an awful lot of these kinds of things lately. It made her life easier, and harder. Better harder, though, than believing untrue things.      Yes, the girl thought, shadow might make a grand friend.       After all, the girl added to herse...
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Cake, Cake, Cake

 Cake. It was all the woman could think about. She thought about making cake, buying a cake, buying a slice of cake.       But what kind of cake?      Part of her wished she lived in a world with less kinds of cake, options being double-edged swords. Which was nonsense. Cake, she thought, was all about texture, taste, allure —and the fact that there were all kinds of cake.      When she said she wanted 'cake' what she meant was equally a metaphysical reality and actual cake in the mouth. But to decide to have actual cake, and which one, was to punch metaphysical reality in the nose. Cake on the plate will never be cake in the mind. It was a fact she accepted.      Still, she'd like to eat some cake.      So she did.      And then she didn't think about it anymore. 
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A Queen Retires

 The old queen retired. It wasn't the done thing. But it was long past time. She had paid her dues.      Except, had she?     She had eaten well, slept well (at least, she had had a bed to sleep in), been clothed...      She had worked. Oh, yes, she had worked. And now she was tired.       She was retired for three months before she had begun to think again. Perhaps she had not paid any dues, not really. Perhaps no one ever did.  There was, of course, no going back. But there had to be something.      She set out from her smaller quarters, down to the witch's cottage just where the outskirts of the city met the forest. There, she met the witch, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work.      In the end, the work felt the same. But she slept much better. 
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To the Woods

 There was once a woman who didn't want to be alone. This is, perhaps, unsurprising. No one wants to be alone. Not really.       She didn't want to be with people either. To this, a certain percentage of the population would nod their head. This is not to take away from the conundrum. There is, naturally, a certain perplexity to the dilemma. Unless, that is, you know what to do.      The woman did.      She went to the woods.      Which, of course, satisfies all requirements. 
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