I see today with a newsprint fray
My night is colored headache grey
Don't wake me with so much.
~REM - Day Sleeper~
Stories usually begin with once upon a time, but this story is far too average for that. It's about a girl that maybe's a little bit like you, maybe a little bit like me....or maybe she's nothing like us at all. Her story really began when she was seven, sitting on a park bench and swinging her legs as she watched her mother smoking. Her mother always reminded her of a nervous dragon. There wasn't a father in the picture, mother always said the man was a warm gun and she had a trigger finger. Her mother was beautiful even after age had faded and converted that beauty into the mark of wisdom that captivated age in a canvas of lovely perfection. A pity her mother didn't see it like that. So many creams and treatments to keep herself as youthful as possible. It was that day that those bright eyes watched the world play and that little girl wanted to stray from her mother's standstill, tiresome existence in order to join the world in it's lively welcome of joy and life. The little girl....well she went to stand....and her mother gripped her shoulder, exhaling smoke into the sky with a ragged breath. "You're not going anywhere," she said. "They won't want to be around you....you'll never be like them." Well of course mother knows best, so the girl sat back down, increasingly aware of another bruise growing rose petals of purple and blue at her shoulder.
New time, New town. Sophie dropped her bags down in the room at the Red Dragon Inn. She adored the name of the Inn, all the more reason why she stayed there. It was so fierce and wild. A chuckle as it reminded her of other dragons she had faced down but never slayed. Oh she'd leave the dragon slaying to others.
She fell back on the bed with a full stomach, a happy burden of delicious food and sweet wine. Hands tucked behind her head as she was adjusting her glasses once more on the bridge of her nose.
Here she was with a brand new adventure on her plate, a brand new life to forge into a story of her own. She couldn't help but wonder how far she might stray this time.
Maybe the writers and librarians of this place wouldn't be so tempermental and wouldn't grouse at her when she laughed over an octave of barely audible.
The thought made her do just that, spirited laughter exploding from her before she paused and listened.
There was that smile then as she waited for a reprimand, a pound on a wall....and heard nothing at all but silence.
Yes....this place might just work out.
Stories usually begin with once upon a time, but this story is far too average for that. It's about a girl that maybe's a little bit like you, maybe a little bit like me....or maybe she's nothing like us at all. Her story really began when she was seven, sitting on a park bench and swinging her legs as she watched her mother smoking. Her mother always reminded her of a nervous dragon. There wasn't a father in the picture, mother always said the man was a warm gun and she had a trigger finger. Her mother was beautiful even after age had faded and converted that beauty into the mark of wisdom that captivated age in a canvas of lovely perfection. A pity her mother didn't see it like that. So many creams and treatments to keep herself as youthful as possible. It was that day that those bright eyes watched the world play and that little girl wanted to stray from her mother's standstill, tiresome existence in order to join the world in it's lively welcome of joy and life. The little girl....well she went to stand....and her mother gripped her shoulder, exhaling smoke into the sky with a ragged breath. "You're not going anywhere," she said. "They won't want to be around you....you'll never be like them." Well of course mother knows best, so the girl sat back down, increasingly aware of another bruise growing rose petals of purple and blue at her shoulder.
New time, New town. Sophie dropped her bags down in the room at the Red Dragon Inn. She adored the name of the Inn, all the more reason why she stayed there. It was so fierce and wild. A chuckle as it reminded her of other dragons she had faced down but never slayed. Oh she'd leave the dragon slaying to others.
She fell back on the bed with a full stomach, a happy burden of delicious food and sweet wine. Hands tucked behind her head as she was adjusting her glasses once more on the bridge of her nose.
Here she was with a brand new adventure on her plate, a brand new life to forge into a story of her own. She couldn't help but wonder how far she might stray this time.
Maybe the writers and librarians of this place wouldn't be so tempermental and wouldn't grouse at her when she laughed over an octave of barely audible.
The thought made her do just that, spirited laughter exploding from her before she paused and listened.
There was that smile then as she waited for a reprimand, a pound on a wall....and heard nothing at all but silence.
Yes....this place might just work out.