Monday, October 06, 2008
where theres a will
Cocooned in faded brown sleeves. She looks down at her arms, spindled and bent and moving very little, and wonders if she could pass for a tree. If she stood still in the park would people overlook her. Would the little white dog cock its leg in her direction. Would that girl with the faraway smile come and sit beneath her as she ties and unties knots in that piece of blue string she always carries. She looks at that string like most girls look at a best friend - only more unique, more treasured. Not like something she’ll have lost and forgotten by the time she’s wearing faded brown sleeves.
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6 comments:
I liked this piece. I think many of us can relate to your ponderings. :)
The stream of questions seems to continue for me after I read this piece and I like the way something faded can be mysteriously decaying, and might be more interesting because of not knowing how it was before. I love the label you chose - Tales of the unaccepted is a a great one.
So moving and so vivid, especially the 'faded brown sleeves' and the 'blue string'. Very autumnal too...x
i'm so enjoying your impressions... they seem to get to the essence of things... sad stories but beautiful...
very sad and moving...
"She looks at that string like most girls look at a best friend - only more unique, more treasured."
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, how sad and beautiful.....
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