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My sister always told me, "If you can't find a friend, make one."
I told her to go away last night. She wouldn't leave, so I left. She was scaring me. Boys in the village kept dying. They kept blaming me. I told them my sister did it, but they didn't believe me.
She was framing me.
I told my sister to go and she finally left.
Not forever, I would later in my life find out.
But, with my sister gone, I had no friends. I couldn't make any. They all thought I was weird.
So, I decided to make one. A rag doll.
I learned to sew and knit by watching the women in the large building at the other end of town from my little meadow. At night, I sneaked in and stole a basket full of purple, white, and blue fabric, black yarn, and little, shiny red buttons. I stole needles, pins, and a lot of different colored threads.
I liked the pins and needles. I took a lot of them.
As I was about to leave, something caught my eye. A small flicker of light from a crack in the wall. I set my ill gotten gains down gently and approached the crack in the wall.
But it wasn't in the wall. It was a door, slightly a jar. I peeked in, holding my breath as I did so.
Behind the door was a small, windowless room. A small sliver of moonlight shown in from the main room from which I investigated. It caught on a shiny object in the corner.
I pulled the door open gently, and just enough to allow me to slip inside. I tip-toed to the corner, but stopped as the floor began to creak. I instead crawled slowly on my hands and knees.
The object was a small, black, lacquer box.
In the dark silence, I swore I could hear my own heart beating. Faster. Off key.
It was almost as though a second heart was beating opposite of my own.
I pressed my ear to the box without picking it up.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It sounded like a little, mechanical heart beating rapidly within.
I glanced back to the slightly opened door, thinking about the rag doll I intended to make.
If you can't find a friend...
I took the box and quickly tip toed back out to my basket and sneaked out of the building.
Although, I grabbed a few more needles on the way out.
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 PetiteSymphony · Thu Feb 03, 2011 @ 06:37am · 2 Comments |
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