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Posted on May 27, 2010 at 07:43:53 PM by Alistar Delillo



Once upon a time there was a little boy who hated the rain. But it always rained all the time and he didn’t like it so he ran away only everywhere he went his feet got all wet because it was always raining. His mommy didn’t know where he was but she didn’t care. Rain, rain, rain.

Rain made him think of his mommy and her tiger. Her tiger was lovely and orange. Orange like when his mommy got cross and tired and had to lie down that was orange too. Rain was boring so he’d left the echo castle with the big hard stones and walked into the drip drip woods over the slippy stones and through the muddy places where it had stopped raining and it went down down down and he almost hurt himself because his feet were going to quickly but now now he hadn’t, he was lovely and free and sunshiney and it was all golden and clear under the dark green leaves.

He looked at the pattern the raindrops had made on the fragmented floor and thought about his little brother and how the whole land had disappeared under water for a little while. It was coming back now, like this forest, it was all coming back to him. His feet had grown grown bigger he needed new shoes but there was nothing to make shoes out of any more because all the leather had been boiled up in a big huge pot and simmered into soup which tasted like old feet.

There was splishy splashy water and there was a stone which looked sad. He was thinking about things which used to happen like when mommy used to hold him and hug him close and play games like this little toe went to market only what was market? And also was it toe or was it pig? Why did she hold his toe and say pig, she was always confused. Al wanted to say hello to someone because he had forgotten his shoes and maybe someone had food because his tummy was hungry and empty and his mommy had forgotten to give him food or had he forgotten to take it?

He was bigger than that now. TEN. Two hands, held up with the fingers a little longer than normal, as if they were stretching really really wide to take in everything or maybe cover everything up. He rubbed his brown curls with one tanned hand and walked forward, his blue eyes turning to focus on the distant figure of a man with dark hair, hesitating in the woods. Alistar walked towards him, placing his feet carefully. What if the ground suddenly stopped being there and then he fell through it and what would be under the ground – did the ground just go on for ever or was there something else under his feet and anyway what could possibly be under his feet but ground or maybe stone, yeah, there could be stone because there were caves that his daddy had been in which went far into the stone, his mommy had told him that, that his daddy was one of the people who had helped bring aura back... but he didn’t know what that meant because what was aura? Where was his daddy bringing her back from, why did it matter? His mommy only could frown and push away the questions.

The man’s voice made him stop and stop moving all together, he was scared and the man was holding a knife and knifes are sharp and they can hurt people and they can make you bleed on accident or even on purpose probably, what if someone turned and hit you with a knife and put the long blade all cold into you it would be horrible and nasty and he almost turned and fled from the man but then his voice was a little nervous sounding, and Al’s voice, without him really wanting it to, flew sweetly from his mouth in response, and Alistar walked up to the man so that he could see where the voice was coming from. He said:

Yes hello.

Al realised then that he’d been talking to himself before. He stared at the man with some terror and rubbed his own thin hand over his face. The man was still there and Al didn’t know him and didn’t want to talk to him he didn’t know him what if the man were to kill him and leave him here bleeding on the floor?

Are you lost? I once was lost I found a hut but mommy didn’t like it she found me and I was all dirty and naughty and bad and where are you from? Why are you holding that knife are you going to kill me I don’t want to die I only just became alive.

Or had he been alive forever? He wasn’t sure maybe it had been a long time who knows maybe it had only been a day or maybe it had been a thousand and he could remember yesterday but was that really yesterday? He wasn’t sure why was he standing here with this stranger, strangers were dangerous, where was he?

ALISTAR DELILLO
most people are 90% metaphor



okay so i know you said young girl but i reallly wanted to post to deor with al, hope that's okay!

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