Once upon a time. We spin tales, tall and small, to make our lives more interesting, less humdrum. We recycle old stories and make them more palatable to our tender sensitivities; we draw archetypes, and force ourselves to fit into them – Cinderella, Prince Charming, Evil Stepmother, magical foundling. Our stories add pixie dust, golden moments, drama.
But, do we really need them? In trying to enliven our lives, do we miss the miracle of the every day? Does a tender moment kiss need to cast a spell? Is there something more perfect than a mundane thank-you? Once upon a time – it might be right this moment.