Unfinished Story by
Toni Donelow Stewart
could almost see her wings when she would
hover. She was more like a hummingbird than a
bird, or an angel. So tiny. You do remember how
tiny mice are, don’t you? Well, when they are
given wings, they are faster and even tinier
looking, in my opinion.
one was definitely different than other mice.
She was a beautiful mouse-brown like all the
rest but …those
WINGS! And when she spoke,
you could understand her. Her name was
Mytharyl and she said somewhere
along the line that she came from an ancient
world before she became a mouse who became a
mouse fairy. Mytharyl was beautiful with
sparkling black eyes, and dressed in the most
beautiful of gowns I have ever seen, the way it
twinkled like starlight. She was truly magical
you are wondering what business
would have with someone like me? My name is
Rendell, and I am just an ordinary man, I have
my own shop at the south end of the city,
nothing very ‘special’ about that. Just a small
shop of clocks – I even repair them. I got the
place from my uncle, years ago before they made
digital clocks, you know?
Well, I believe that Mytharyl was in her little
high place up in the clouds and saw that I was
lonely, and needed someone to fill my life – you
see I had not a wife
I have one
now, and her name is Aleigha.
I hope you have
the time, I have noticed that the world is in
such a hurry. In fact, you might want to get
some hot chocolate and sit by a fire and warm
your bones while you listen.
was running quite late that day. I hadn’t gotten
out of bed on time and it seemed to carry a
“domino effect” throughout the entire day –
everything was running late, late, late. I am a
clockmaker, so you know I am very conscious of
the time, and it was slipping away fast that
“Good Morning Rendell,” Mr. Mootson rang the
bell on the back of the front door as he walked
hastily into my shop. I was in the back trying
to fix Miss Figgels’
old timepiece – she had taken so long to get it
to me and I finally held it in my hands. It
seemed that the very second I picked up that old
thing, that Mr. Mootson walked in! Wonderful
‘timing,’ I joked under my breath as I walked to
the outer shop and greeted him.
“Fine day it is Rendell, how are you
“Fine indeed,” I answered.
“For a man who’s still mentally in bed this
morning. I woke up late Sir, I’m afraid
that your timepiece isn’t ready as intended.”
“Oh,” he looked surprised.
“Clockmakers sleep through their alarms
sometimes too, I’m afraid.”
“Well, do you know when it will be ready then?”
He asked, disappointed.
should say by this evening or late tomorrow, Mr.
“Well thank you then, I will be back late
that is fine, Sir.” I responded, as he turned
Getting back to my work, I was wondering what
the hurry was for that old clock. It just
needed a spring I figured, though I hadn’t
opened the case yet. It was unique and unlike
other clocks I had seen or sold, in that it was
completely made of frosted glass on the outside.
You could see the interior of the clock vaguely,
and it was shiny and clean
on the inside. I hadn’t asked him where he
acquired it, I simply
could tell what was wrong with it by listening
felt that I was fumbling on Miss
Figgels’ clock, so
sat that one aside and reached for
Extraordinary! I thought, as I
lifted it once again.
I was intrigued
on the opening of it. The back slid off easily
and was held in place by an elegant but strong
tab. But no sooner had I slipped the back of it
off than I was startled nearly
into new creation by
something flying out and buzzing past my head!
I didn’t know what could possibly be alive
inside there, it was sealed completely shut and
I doubted that Mr. Mootson had the wherewithal
to break the seal himself at any point during
his ownership. I didn’t know what it could be!
But there was a light surrounding it, sort of
fairy like but this was not a fairy’s tale, and
this was not a fairy . . . or was it?
I think I was
momentarily stunned because I just stood there
looking at the clock,
and wondering why I felt so strange. Then the
thing that buzzed my head swooped down and
landed before me on the bench.
Rendell Galoshish Fink.”
startled, all I could mutter was “How do you
know my name, and what are you doing in my
shop?” I was
She was a
mouse with wings and had a soft
white glow about her. I had not only never seen
a clock such as
I had absolutely
seen a mouse like
stuttered: “You have w-wings and you are
t-talking, and you are a m-mouse and you know my
n-n-name.” I don’t usually stutter or stammer
or trip over myself if you know what I mean, but
this was just …. Beyond words.
Her little voice
was full of light and sweetness, it was musical.
She knew I was stunned.
“Oh my Sir,
please don’t be upset. I am here to help you.”
“How can you
help me? I don’t need any help. Maybe I do
though, mice can’t fly.”
“Well, I only
look like a mouse; I’m not really a mouse
anymore. I am a fairy.”
sure???” I stammered again.
shouldn’t ask but why are you a fairy looking
like a mouse? And were you trapped in this
“Yes, a long
story that is. My purpose here though now is
that I make the story of your life better. I am
“And how do you
propose to do that?”
“I am not an
ordinary fairy, Sir. I am much like Cupid, in
that I can see that you are lacking much love
and happiness in your life by living it alone.”
“I’m doing fine,
thank you little lady.” I snapped back, knowing
she was right but not particularly welcoming any
“Her name is
Aleigha, is it not?” She asked me.
“How did you
“I know.” She
“Well, what can
you do about this, you can’t make the woman fall
in love with me.”
“No, that I
can’t do – she must
be in love with you.”
“And she is.”
I stood quietly
pondering, feeling my heart sink. It was true
that I had been in love with Aleigha for years
uncounted, since I had known her since
childhood, I could not remember when I started
falling in love with her.
“But she is also
married now,” I lowered my head. I hadn’t tried
hard enough over the years, and Aleigha did
marry someone else.
“No, that is
over. You haven’t asked anyone for a long time,
have you? She lives in the north end beyond the
Bridge, and misses you very much. I don’t think
she has much conscious memory since the
I felt my breath falling from me for a moment,
and my heart sinking again.
“She was nearly
killed, and her late husband
killed. Only she and her son and daughter
survived. She was knocked very hard and will
get better but it will take time. She will
remember you I believe, though she may not know
she remembers you.”
“Oh I must see
her for myself, can you take me to her?”
“Soon Sir, I
would like for all of this to absorb in you.”
“I must get back
to work then, when can you take me to her,
don’t work any more today, I will fix all your
clocks for you, including this one – there is
nothing wrong with it at all, I wanted you to be
the one to open it.”
“Thank you, you
are too kind.” I felt relief, and truly needing
the time for this information to absorb.
“I can take you
home, Rendell, just close your eyes and we will
be there in a flash of a second.” She smiled
and waved her sweet little arms. She also
produced a lovely dinner and sent me to bed that
I could dream of Aleigha and her children.
It was a dream
of an evening itself, really. Mytharyl made me
dream of Aleigha’s life and in this showing of
her life, I learned
many, many things. How Aleigha missed me for
one thing. I had never known it. How wise a
little fairy to give me this time to adjust!
were named Peter and Alexandra and her last name
was now Harrison. I wondered how she would
react to seeing me, would she really remember?
She could only remember her children after the
accident; she did not even remember Robert, her
husband, whom the world called “Harry.”
I learned that he was a good man and
a good husband and father, and that he took good
care of them during his life and after his
passing. He was honorable and good to Aleigha,
I had no criticisms. I did feel the pain inside
her from the loss, however; she was barely aware
of it herself, since she did not presently have
any memory of Harry—only knowing what others had
told her, and of the man her children mourned
would I have to go to see her?” I wondered. I
assumed Mytharyl would answer that in the
morning. It seemed Mytharyl had it all figured
I continued with
the dream, as if reading a book or watching a
story on the television. I was consumed and
thrilled and shocked at the same time, but happy
since I hadn’t seen Aleigha in all these many
I wondered also
why the fairy? What made us so unique? I later
found out that the fairy was in answer of a wish
that Aleigha had made long ago, which was that
she would see me again before life was over. We
were much older now, unfortunately, and well
into the second half of life. Her children were
no longer children, and we were not old but no
night passed by swiftly, the moments melting
away like candlesticks. The moon had been a
full one, but I hadn’t noticed, for I was
dreaming of the one I thought I had forgotten,
but had never been able to turn my heart away
from. I felt young again inside, but on the
exterior, I could see that I was just an old
man, in fact, I was balding on top and my hair
had been gray for many years.
was morning and I stood before the mirror,
dressing myself, musing at what remained of my
good looks, and hoping she would not be
“Mytharyl,” I wondered. “What is your plan,
meaning what business will I have to be at her
are to deliver the clock from where you found
that is Mr. Mootson’s
clock.” I objected.
is Aleigha’s clock. Mr. Mootson has left you
with her address.”
he said he would be coming to the shop today to
pick it up, Mytharyl.”
has been called home to his own
country, he will not
be coming this day, no worry.”
see.” I shook my head gently in understanding.
I didn’t know if she had arranged it or not, but
Mootson happily got on the first train out of
town, to head back to the land of his
birthrights. It was peculiar and curious, as
much as the rest of this was.
looked at the tiny Mytharyl and questioned her
again of her curious origins. “And I am
wondering what is so special about Aleigha and
me, Miss Mytharyl, that a fairy, mouse fairy or
not, should suddenly appear out of a fairy TALE,
and wave her little wand to make sure we are
one thing, I don’t have a wand.”
I answered. “That was figurative.” I winked. I
couldn’t help my smiling.
“Aleigha, Rendell, it is Aleigha.”
“What of her? She is just an ordinary woman, as
I am an ordinary man.”
it is her heart, and yours too that brought me
here. And it is her ancestry. She is of a
lineage that has been served by fairies since
the beginning of the world.”
“They were not around while we were growing up?
Or when her dear husband passed in that
they were not.”
“Fairies haven’t got that kind of power over
Time, or I should have turned back all the
could visit a past Time, and stay for awhile
maybe in order to change current events but you
would never be allowed to live back in Time. We
would have to go to a much higher power than the
Fairies.” She explained.
hope you don’t mind my natural curiosity.”
“Just go with it, Rendell, let your fears fall
away from you, it is in good spirit and the
heart that guides you that I am here.”
“Fair enough.” I grinned again.
what will you do when you have accomplished your
task? Will you live with us?”
my!” She winced. “I don’t think so. I am to
come and go with the need,
I have other duties in the Kingdom where I am
“Very well then.” I hinted, as I was ready to
go to Aleigha’s with the glass clock.
must hand it to her yourself, and watch the
memory of you return in her face.” Mytharyl
instructed. Her voice was very direct.
as I nodded my head in agreement, I was
magically whisked into my car with the clock in
a box on the passenger seat beside me.
“Take the wheel, Rendell!” the tiny Mytharyl
urged. Knowing my shock at the swiftness of her
magic, I blinked and took control of the
steering wheel, as she had placed me in.
surely will, you humans don’t adjust very well,
“Better than one might imagine.” I confided. “Do
you have directions?”
was feeling quite pale and shaky as we neared
you prove it to me that I’ve not lost my mind,
Mytharyl?” I felt my forehead sweating. I was
being driven to the house of someone who was yet
nearly a complete stranger after years of
estrangement, and listening and speaking to a
talking, flying mouse. I was just wondering.
“Rendell, relax. This isn’t a fairy tale, it
could be one yes, but it’s not, and no you
haven’t lost your mind.”
can I…trust?” I asked, holding the wheel more
firmly than ever.
must see for yourself, you haven’t lost your
mind or your marbles, or anything else of the
kind. You are quite sane, sir.” She smiled,
standing on the center of the car’s dashboard,
eyes always twinkling.
are to go let’s see…one more mile and make a
right onto Bourbon’s Road. Hers will be the last
house on the right, and I have an appointment, I
will not be present.”
Mytharyl, you should be there.”
can’t change this, I must not be intended to be
there, it is left up
to you. You will find your way to the door and
she will know you.”
see.” Being a little disappointed that my
support crew was not going to be around.
“Just go with it, Rendell, I will be back. Make
a date with her perhaps.” She leaned toward
me. “Smile, I will be back, this is not the end
of the story.”
with that, Mytharyl disappeared into the light,
flying unaffected through the glass of the
windshield, upward toward the skies, I could
see, though it was all within a fraction of a
second’s time. Not even a moment, in fact.
stopped the car in front of her house. It was a
nice home, of pleasant demeanor, and I could see
that it was well-maintained, mansion-like but
not quite a large sprawling mansion. Nothing
quite so arresting as that, thankfully..
held the box with the clock in it, in my hand
and walked nervously toward the door, holding
the paper where Mootson had written down the
address. Then I knocked.
was only moments that passed, I am sure but it
seemed like forever as I stood there waiting, I
could feel a gentle breeze brushing my face and
the sun beginning to warm the earth as I stood
there and stood there. I then rang the doorbell
that I hadn’t noticed at first. I am sure it
was merely seconds, not even minutes before the
door swung open and the lady of my dreams stood
whom might you be, sir?” She asked, not
instantly recognizing me as ‘the mouse’ had
name is Rendell Fink.”
was breathtaking and a sight for sore eyes to my
sore eyes that hadn’t seen her for so long.
Precious violet blue eyes and gentle brown hair
turning to gray but I could see that despite her
tragedies, that nature had still been kind to
her face—for she appeared much younger than she
was. We were the same age. Again, in the past
day, I was stunned, because Aleigha was
“Curious name you have, sir.” She mused, looking
me over. “What business have
you here, Mr. Fink?”
am delivering a clock, for a Mr. Mootson.” I
held out the box. “This is the address he gave
me, I hope I am not
that. Mr. Mootson has taken permanent leave for
his own country, he must have been getting that
clock repaired for me as I asked him to, and it
“Then you are aware of it.”
“Yes, yes I am, thank
you. How much do I owe you? I can square you off
with a check.”
handed her the box.”
“There was nothing wrong with it, you don’t owe
me anything.” I smiled.
“Very well then, I thank you for your kindness
in delivering it.” But sadly, I could see that
she was merely following good manners, she was
not recognizing me.
I spoke, as I turned toward the door.
“Yes, I am Aleigha, you know
don’t seem to know me, I don’t understand.” I
shook my head, sadly, still turning toward the
have had all of my life’s memories knocked out
of me in an unfortunate accident, sir, I don’t
recall much. You do look familiar but I do not
know why. This is common for me at the moment,
I may be this way for the rest of my life, I
knew each other from childhood,” I replied, “And
that is why I seem familiar to you.”
we know each other in later years?”
“Yes, I have always cared very deeply for you.
I wished to marry you, in fact.”
seemed a little taken aback, and breathless at
that bit of information. I was still a
you didn’t marry me, someone named Harry—err
Robert Harris, he was called ‘Harry’ by
everyone, married me, I had his children. I
don’t remember him at all, however.”
“Yes, I didn’t marry you, I was foolish and left
the town for awhile and on my return, I heard
the announcement of your engagement, and being
an honorable man, I could only wish you the best
and assume that you were going to marry the man
of your hopes.”
gave me two beautiful children, and looking
around, I can see that it was a happy life.” She
“Yes, I can see that also. Your Harry was a
I think he was. I just wish that I could
remember on my own.”
“There is Time.” I reassured, and placed my
sweating hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t go, please. I am sure you have to get
back to your shop but could you stay a little
longer?” She asked.
“Certainly, in fact, my shop is closed for
“Very well then, would you be interested in
coffee or tea, perhaps lunch later on? I do have
servants here in the house though Mootson always
answered the door for me, and is no longer
you are doing alright,” I smiled.
but I have lost so much memory, I think I’d
prefer to be poor than to lose memory of the
birth of my children, and the wedding to my
husband, and to have lost the memory of my
husband himself, completely. It is torture.”
long has it been, Dear Aleigha?” I asked,
sympathetic to her new plight.
has been several years now.” She motioned me
toward a small and elegant sitting room, where a
low fire was burning in the
fireplace, as it was no longer summer,
after all. It was somewhat of a library, for as
I sat down, I noticed that we were surrounded by
books she had been reading.
was now that I could sit and simply gaze at her,
not worrying about having to leave her presence
for the time being.
“Just one moment, I’ll be back, I will ask
someone to bring coffee or hot chocolate, which
sounds better to you?”
“Either is fine, thank you, you decide Sweet
choice was the hot chocolate, by the warm fire.
The house was old and I realized, drafty,
therefore the low burning fire was needed. It
was older than it first appeared, indeed.
was still very taken and amused at the same
time. This time yesterday I was fixing clocks,
minding my own business, quite accepting of the
life I had come to know there, and now things
were changing rapidly—I was about to have hot
chocolate with Aleigha, it was not to be
believed! It crossed my mind that perhaps I had
actually “died and gone to Heaven,” like the old
cliché, but no, everything was quite
and real in that respect.
While Aleigha was out of the room, Mytharyl
reappeared, out of thin air.
“It’s looking well, Rendell,” she whispered,
“She remembers you doesn’t she?”
“Sort of, I think it’s
more curiosity than anything.”
“Well, I will go talk to her. She doesn’t know
I’m talking to you though, so do not bring me
understand.” I answered, watching the little
mouse fly away, following where Aleigha had
Aleigha returned, she was followed soon after by
a servant carrying a tray that held our hot
chocolate. She sat down in a comfortable-looking
chair across from mine and we began to talk for
hours and hours.
I had forgotten Time now, it seemed,
as I could gaze into her beautiful eyes
forever. She wanted to know everything about
me, and I asked what I could, but I knew, and I
now carried many of her memories for her, thanks
the time I took my leave, we had eaten supper
together there in that room and walked about the
house for awhile in the afternoon to stretch our
legs, and by evening’s passing, I felt that we
had reunited after a long sleep. We had made a
date for the following day, and within 6 months,
were married. Aleigha’s memories have slowly
returned to her like gifts in the winter-time
when there are odd things about, like elves and
merry old gentlemen.
Unfinished! “To be continued!!!!”
Postscript: Since Toni is not
here to finish this, I will try my
best to complete it as I think she
might have (unless I can find a
final draft of hers). If you
have any ideas for how you'd like to
see this story end, please let me
know. Just brief ideas,
please. I need to finish it
myself so that both the story and I
have proper closure. Thank
you. ~ Shirl A. Steward