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A Life Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Reubertochter, Germany Oct 11, 2006
  Short Stories

  

So now, where someone finally wants to read to her , she is very greatful.
He opens the book and reads „Cinderella“ and she loves the story instantly.
She makes him promise to read it to her everyday. She doesnt want to hear the other stories, she loves this one.
On the third day, his hand slides over to her and touches her.
When she goes out of his room, he says, „wear skirts from now on, they’re easier to open“ and grins.
She knows ist wrong, she can feel it, but she doesn’t know why it is wrong and what it means. She doesnt wear a skirt. But she still lets him read to her because noone else has the time.
Day after day, after she leaves his room she feels awkward, she feels bad. As if a part of her was being drained away everytime she stepped out of his room again. She feels a slight guilt inside her. She is an Innocent.
One day, she screams. But nothing happens. No one comes, the house holder is busy and she is annoyed of always being called by the little girl for a silly reason like to play with her. She has work to finish.

* * *

As she grows up, there is something that is always blocking her way. Some invisible pull that doesn’t let her move on; mature. She is left behind.
She is alone. In a sense isolated from her surrounding, but then, not completely.
The world she knew so well seems to be spinning past her...spinning away and she is hanging in mid air, in a vacuum of darkness.
Everyone is unhappy with her behaviour, even strangers seem to shake their heads.
Thousands of conflicts are in the air, heavier than air though. They dont seem to go away.

She stands up and walks out of the woods.
It has started snowing again, the footprints slowly dissapear under the new snow, no one will know where she was, no one cares anyways. She pulls her collar over her head and buries her hands somewhere between T-Shirt and Sweatshirt. With the crunching noise of crisp snow under her feet she goes back home, a story in her mind.






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