chirpy
11-21-2013, 02:15 PM
"Tell me story." Adelaide had asked when she was six.
Delilah had forgotten them all, so she made one up. She told Adelaide about a goldfish, a prince, and the difficulty in seeing yourself.
"Goldfish had been happy as a goldfish for quite sometime. Even when placed into a smaller, rounder, lonelier bowl. The goldfish stopped being happy after realizing that not only was the goldfish changing to suit their container, the goldfish did not want to change. So the goldfish plotted and convinced a child to throw the goldfish into a river. The goldfish was very shiny and knew goldfish were quickly eaten if they stayed shiny. So the goldfish carefully replaced each gold scale with a bit of snail shell."
"Is that possible?"
"No, Rosebud. This is a metaphor."
"The goldfish renamed itself snailfish and went on with survival. One day the snailfish happened across a prince, as most who go through a life changing event do. The prince thought the snailfish looked interesting so he picked up the snailfish and kissed it. This greatly impressed and startled the snailfish. Perhaps more startling and impressive was the change snailfish felt.
"I knew it." Said the Prince.
"What?" Asked snailfish.
"You are beautiful."
The snailfish looked at themselves and saw their gold scales had come back and they could look down at themselves. Goldfish was so shocked they held onto the prince tightly and learned they could hold tightly. "Will you stay with me?"
"For a long time, probably." Said the Prince.
"Good." Said Goldfish. "I think I am going to need you for a long time."
The Prince simply smiled and Goldfish learned to smile and they walked to a castle hand in hand."
Adelaide had asked for another story but Delilah had said no.
Adelaide remembered the story years later as she left her mother's house and moved out on her own. She ditched her lab coats, jeans, and tee shirts. She picked up long blue skirts and nice, easily tailored dress shirts. Simple, patternless. Delilah had always told her no mask was the best disguise. Simple, patternless.
When she gets home she screams into her pillow.
The heat is off so she takes a break to pull the covers over herself. It gives her all the time she needs to learn how silly she is being. She needs to apply to a school.
Delilah had forgotten them all, so she made one up. She told Adelaide about a goldfish, a prince, and the difficulty in seeing yourself.
"Goldfish had been happy as a goldfish for quite sometime. Even when placed into a smaller, rounder, lonelier bowl. The goldfish stopped being happy after realizing that not only was the goldfish changing to suit their container, the goldfish did not want to change. So the goldfish plotted and convinced a child to throw the goldfish into a river. The goldfish was very shiny and knew goldfish were quickly eaten if they stayed shiny. So the goldfish carefully replaced each gold scale with a bit of snail shell."
"Is that possible?"
"No, Rosebud. This is a metaphor."
"The goldfish renamed itself snailfish and went on with survival. One day the snailfish happened across a prince, as most who go through a life changing event do. The prince thought the snailfish looked interesting so he picked up the snailfish and kissed it. This greatly impressed and startled the snailfish. Perhaps more startling and impressive was the change snailfish felt.
"I knew it." Said the Prince.
"What?" Asked snailfish.
"You are beautiful."
The snailfish looked at themselves and saw their gold scales had come back and they could look down at themselves. Goldfish was so shocked they held onto the prince tightly and learned they could hold tightly. "Will you stay with me?"
"For a long time, probably." Said the Prince.
"Good." Said Goldfish. "I think I am going to need you for a long time."
The Prince simply smiled and Goldfish learned to smile and they walked to a castle hand in hand."
Adelaide had asked for another story but Delilah had said no.
Adelaide remembered the story years later as she left her mother's house and moved out on her own. She ditched her lab coats, jeans, and tee shirts. She picked up long blue skirts and nice, easily tailored dress shirts. Simple, patternless. Delilah had always told her no mask was the best disguise. Simple, patternless.
When she gets home she screams into her pillow.
The heat is off so she takes a break to pull the covers over herself. It gives her all the time she needs to learn how silly she is being. She needs to apply to a school.