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Oh, they had run out of money long ago. But they had priorities, after all. And that's why they were now the proud owners of Marrakech's tiniest basketball court. 500 feet of concrete they had poured themselves.
Let's just say there was a lot of dribbling going on....
It wasn't the first time that she had seen magical beings in these parts. Indeed, it wasn't even the second time. But nonetheless, this latest sighting came as a remarkable surprise.
What ever was she talking about....?
Why the often-whispered-about-but-rarely-seen-in-the-last-century....... Moroccan Almond Blossom Fairies.
Fortuitously, during a mid-afternoon stroll, she happened to spy one climbing out of a Moroccan almond tree.
Frankly, these enchanted creatures were quite a bit larger than she had expected. (She had previously thought that several could fit comfortably in a thimble. But apparently, access to unlimited hot fudge brownie sundaes had taken its toll........ ) Why, as you can see, they were astonishingly almost life sized!
And they seemed to travel in flocks, as two other fairies soon climbed out of the very same tree.......!
Wanting to learn more about the ways of these mysterious sprites, the blogging girl had quickly hidden behind a shrub so as to observe them in their natural habitat.
A zoom lens had allowed her to capture these incredible close ups undetected.........
Now you might be wondering: What exactly distinguishes the Moroccan Almond Blossom Fairies from other sorts of fairies (say the Granny Smith Apple Fairies, for example)? Well the blogging girl now knew the answer. It was (drum roll please.......) *almond blossoms.* (What? You were expecting some kind of trick question?)
Now before you roll your eyes back in mock despair, she had actually seen one of the fairies cast a spell (?!?!) on an almond tree.....!
It started with a little tap of a wand....
And then a little wave....
And then all the almond blossoms came tumbling down....
Surely, you must agree.....nothing short of amazing.....
PS And yes, in case you were wondering, People Magazine had, indeed, contacted her in the hopes of procuring an exclusive on these never-before-seen photos. But, naturally, she couldn't compromise her principles for a mere hundred thousand dollars or two.
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[Maryam posts odd little tales with pretty pictures from her olive grove in Marrakech. Subscribe here and have a little Marrakech on a regular basis with your morning coffee (ahem, just don't let your boss see....). ]
Sometimes, it's well you know.........
But she was on the mend! Thank you for all your well wishes:)
Back tomorrow with sightings of the supernatural kind....
It was a sunny afternoon in Marrakech and she was out walking with her boy. They thought they were alone but no, oh no, they weren’t. Because they were being watched, you see. Watched closely. In case they made one false step. In case they made one wrong move……
And there they were -- she and her boy -- oblivious. Oblivious of what would soon befall them. Or, more precisely, what would soon befall her. Because it was she they wanted. She was their target. She was their victim of choice.
And so it was that one minute they were laughing and talking. About school. About friendships. About solar eclipses. And then, she heard them....heard them coming….
She yelled to her boy to run, RUN, fast, oh faster, PLEASE GOD faster. And she ran, too, dropping her jacket, dropping her bag, her heart pounding, her elbows pumping. But they chased her. Like a pack of wild dogs. One, and then another, and then another, and another, and – NO, NO, NO – another, and another, and another…... Then, then they were on her. She screamed, her hands flaying, fighting. She wasn’t going to let them take her that easily.
But it was too late, you see. Too late for her. Too late this time.
Later she was lying in bed, the cool white sheets barely touching her, her face swollen beyond recognition. Her small daughter sat beside her, stroking her hand. Shhhh Mama, shhhhh…..she said. It will be okay, she murmured. Remember, what’s important is that you’re beautiful on the inside….
Image by Terradactil.
PS In happier news, check out this *fab* blog entry on Morocco by Julie at Live in Full Color.
