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Being Special
The air is heavy with voices this evening. The hot sun is kissing the ground, and I'm quietly watching someone staring right into the windows of my soul. He won't move. He won't even blink. I'm beginning to believe he's not so crazy anymore. I mean, maybe he knows what I am.. I finally decided to move closer to him. He was but a mere child, so I began to speak. "Hey, what are you looking at me for?" I said. "Only you can see me," he said softly. I looked around, and it was as if people were too busy to notice I looked like I was bent over and chatting with the sidewalk. "They don't see me because they aren't that special." I stared at him, watching his pale hair blow in front of his gray eyes. I asked the first question that popped into my mind. "Can you tell me your name?" The world became quiet, as if to listen to the answer too. "My name is... not established yet," he replied. "What do you mean it's not..," and I stopped and wondered for a moment. "Are you dead?" I asked. The child raised his head toward the sky. He wore a serious expression across his face when he pointed to the clouds. "I would be there if I was dead." He began to walk quickly through the socializing crowds. "Hey wait.." I heard him say "excuse me" several times, pushing his way through with one hand and then switching with the other. "Hey... I thought no body could see you but me." I chased after him for more seconds. He finally stopped at the corner and turned to face me to say, "By see, I mean to understand for who I really am. Sorry." I nodded in relief. I then realized he was holding something in his hands. He had actually caught something. "Oh, this?" he smiled. "It's a butterfly. I love butterflies because you can tell them any secret you have and they won't say a word to any body."

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Written by Cat Siren (me)
©2013
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Shall I publish some art work to this scene from my book?