Twins of the Soul
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.
Curiouser and curiouser
"Mommy, who's this?" Sarah asked her mother one afternoon. She was holding up a statue of a boy with wild shaggy blond hair, mismatched eyes, and a mischievous smirk. He wore the funny clothes like the people at the faire today.
"This is the Goblin Prince, Sarah," Linda told her, scooping her daughter into her arms. "One day, soon, I hope you two will meet."
"He fussed at me for eating a peach one time when we went shopping," Sarah reminded her.
"Along with the invisible goblins on the beach?" her mother asked with a hint of a smile.
"Yup," Sarah proclaimed. She handed her mother the statue. "You see things," she declared.
"So I do," Linda said to her reflection. "So I do."
