i wrote this piece about a year ago. i thought i had destroyed all copies but i was sent this last night by a friend who's trying to convince me to finish it because apparently is very annoyingly inconclusive. This is the first part i will be posting. Actually, this story is so incomplete it doesn't even have a name yet. i'll think of one now.
"We were crazy, and we were free," i tell her, as i lie on my bed, counting away the seconds until it will be over... Two hundred and sixteen..
i.
We watch the fish swim through the glass, wishing we have such lives. Swim through reed. White-brown-blue pebbles. Castle. Swim. Air bubbles. Seven hundred and sixty.
ii.
She feels like playing monopoly, so we take the board out and take up our roles. We have infinite money and our own rules, until tremors shake our plastic houses and steal the colour. Earthquakes shook our plastic lives. Rainbows in greyscale. Eight hundred.
iii.
She slips her pointe shoes on, carefully wrapping the ribbon around her skin. Music on. "I need to break them in," she says. Any excuse to dance. She begins to turn. Possé, glicade, jete, possé, chasé, possé. Eight hundred and twenty three.
iv.
We hear shouts from down the hall. Music off. She stops dancing. Takes her pointe shoes off quietly. We look at each other, knowing what will follow if we don't hurry. Her eyes full of fear and innocence. i can't let her down this time. Previous weeks echo and grow larger. i'm scared. i'm so scared. Not that i'll let her know that. i grab the bag, she grabs my hand, we open the door. Don't slam it shut. Eight hundred and fifty eight.
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