That day was very cold.
The chill had wrapped the Earth,
chased dwarfs in their homes.
Huts pulled the hats of snow
and sparkling fluffy cloth
to hide from the night frost.
The master fell in talk
with his grey-headed dad
beside a fireplace.
The dwarf had yawned and talked:
"The mistress wasn't glad
to bird from mirror's laces".
His dad slight smiled and said:
"The reason for her wrath
is hidden in the past.
I've got a greyish head,
but keep in mind the plot
of story to the last".
The dad fell silent then.
His eyes shined like two stars,
reflecting fire crown.
He sat in the armchair,
inhaled with a cigar
and started an old yarn...
by Thea Ariss 13.02.2024
An Old Dwarf. The Distorting Mirror Kingdom
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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