The girl was hardly ten. A little less innocent than an average ten year old. A lot more wiser. The noise of the waves, the hoot of a distant owl. Not the wide open spaces, not the dinosaur outside the apartment. Nothing really disturbed her.
There was a jacket in the corner of a room. A jacket on the floor. A jacket sleeping on its stomach. Smoke came out of it continuously. There was no fire. Not a trace. The smoke could take various forms and could speak various languages.
In its full glory one day, it called out to the child. It called out to peep into the jacket. Alice in the wonderland must have been as curious as her. As fearful as her. After contemplating for a few moments, she peered into the jacket for a moment. A moment was all that the jacket needed to suck her into the smoke into the darkness.
A strange alley with no allies did not help. She found a trash can. A green one. The only cover where she could tuck, hide and pray that she falls asleep and this nightmare would go away. She found her haven, little did she know that it was only temporary.
There were noises. Some male voices full of abuses and laughter. What a strange combination, she thought. They appeared into her line of vision. She was further confused. Male voices but dressed as females. Not just male voices, but male bodies too. Strange is the world really. But a voice caught her and sought her from the hiding place. Is this what being naked meant?
She took a long breath and braced herself for the longest, darkest and the most needed run of her life. She ran and ran and was still running. Her breath was burning her lungs. She desperately tried to scream. Her vocal cords were holidaying in the Bahamas. She finally found a green door that was open. A small stall. The wooden door looked and felt like the doors of the paradise. A small, dim red lamp illuminated the room, albeit faintly. It also had a queer smell. Of burning candle wax. Of the raw flesh of a goat. Of incense.
She found a rope which held all sorts of shiny, new shoes. One of the pairs called out to her. Red canvas slip-ons with white polka dots. Her weary feet felt perked instantly. She immediately plucked them off the main branch of the rope and wore them. A perfect fit. Was that a hint of a smile on her face? Maybe. Maybe not. Nobody could decipher it. Because in those lighter notes, the woman-like man's hand landed on her tiny shoulder. The other hand pointed towards a board.
Red light. Board. The ten year old now understood the deal. She truly would be a meal in the green walls. It always happened in a lot of movies. Why should life be any different?
There was a jacket in the corner of a room. A jacket on the floor. A jacket sleeping on its stomach. Smoke came out of it continuously. There was no fire. Not a trace. The smoke could take various forms and could speak various languages.
In its full glory one day, it called out to the child. It called out to peep into the jacket. Alice in the wonderland must have been as curious as her. As fearful as her. After contemplating for a few moments, she peered into the jacket for a moment. A moment was all that the jacket needed to suck her into the smoke into the darkness.
A strange alley with no allies did not help. She found a trash can. A green one. The only cover where she could tuck, hide and pray that she falls asleep and this nightmare would go away. She found her haven, little did she know that it was only temporary.
There were noises. Some male voices full of abuses and laughter. What a strange combination, she thought. They appeared into her line of vision. She was further confused. Male voices but dressed as females. Not just male voices, but male bodies too. Strange is the world really. But a voice caught her and sought her from the hiding place. Is this what being naked meant?
She took a long breath and braced herself for the longest, darkest and the most needed run of her life. She ran and ran and was still running. Her breath was burning her lungs. She desperately tried to scream. Her vocal cords were holidaying in the Bahamas. She finally found a green door that was open. A small stall. The wooden door looked and felt like the doors of the paradise. A small, dim red lamp illuminated the room, albeit faintly. It also had a queer smell. Of burning candle wax. Of the raw flesh of a goat. Of incense.
She found a rope which held all sorts of shiny, new shoes. One of the pairs called out to her. Red canvas slip-ons with white polka dots. Her weary feet felt perked instantly. She immediately plucked them off the main branch of the rope and wore them. A perfect fit. Was that a hint of a smile on her face? Maybe. Maybe not. Nobody could decipher it. Because in those lighter notes, the woman-like man's hand landed on her tiny shoulder. The other hand pointed towards a board.
Red light. Board. The ten year old now understood the deal. She truly would be a meal in the green walls. It always happened in a lot of movies. Why should life be any different?
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