The Chandelier
by: Elven Moon
Something so beautiful that can never be reached.
Helga thought that her life was sort of like that – stuck to the ground while the twinkling aura that the diamonds emitted from that large chandelier loomed above her, several feet from normal human reach. It mocked her. It showed what she could have right to her face, surrounded by the same air, in the same room.
But unless you found a ladder, you were never going to be able to touch it.
How Helga wanted that haunted loveliness, how she wanted that magic. Had anybody ever hated a chandelier? Would they even want to? She didn't know.
It wasn't expensive, just the kind you might find for a room that housed a low budget wedding reception. There to make everything look more high class, but the sounds of DJs blasting the Funky Chicken rather cancelled it out. But it was enough for her.
Was the human race fit to have something like this in the world? Was she fit to see it?
As Helga stood there under that chandelier, she felt somehow recharged, refreshed, and inspired.
Yes, like the timeless chandelier, a better life was still out of her hands. But she knew that if she danced under it long enough, perhaps she could be happy, too.
AN: Short and to the point. I know I still haven't finished "Brick and Mortar" – believe me, I'm working on it – but please enjoy the short little stories to follow (some will be longer than others), to keep my creativity from rusting. Feedback is not required, but it's always appreciated!