Friday, June 1, 2012

A story

First off, to answer everyone's questions, the reason I have holes in my memory is because of a concussion caused by a ladder. Hurt like heck. Still hurts sometimes. That was a year ago in two weeks (funny how I remember that...).

Now onto my story:

Her slender legs dangled on either side of the fence. It was a peculiar fence: thin as tissue, but held seats on the top. There were no gates. Just endless fence. Her curious blue eyes followed the length of the fence. She watched as people climbed up and down, sometimes they stayed and sat with her. No one stayed for nearly as long as she had. The seats were surprisingly comfortable, but like all seats designed for straddling, mostly only other females stayed. Men climbed up, sometimes sat for a moment, then climbed back down. She wondered why. The view was great, and she was able to make friends on both sides of the fence.

"Romera!" he called up to her. "When do you plan on coming down?"

"Not for a while!" Romera called down.

He walked away. Romera watched as he passed through the group of red heads on the north side of the fence. She watched as the red heads talked, played games, and laughed at jokes she couldn't hear. Day after day she watched the red heads. They stayed up until the sun nearly peeked over the horizon, then slept until the sun peaked in the sky.

While the red heads slept, Romera watched the people living on the south side of the fence. She watched as they brushed their white hair, and ironed their clothes. She listened as they talked and told each other stories. She smiled when they smiled at each other. They were always happy. So were the red heads.

Romera enjoyed the fence. She got to watch both groups. Sometimes she got to participate in their group activities. It was great.

After a while, the red heads started turning on Romera. It started with simple teasing. Then it they started calling her names for having her legs on both side of the fence. She turned away from them, and tried to find comfort in the white haired community. They listened when she needed to talk, and they offered suggestions. She wanted to jump off the fence and join them, but she felt her hair was far too pink, so she remained on the fence.

One day, a red head climbed the fence and sat beside her. He apologized for the others treating her so poorly. He told her of how he stood up to them and told them to leave her alone. Romera felt as comfortable with him as she did with the white haired people, despite his brilliant red hair. He came and sat with her for a few hours each day, then climbed back down to join in the festivities constantly going on with the other red heads. She didn't like how he left her.

"Julian, why do you keep leaving? Couldn't you just stay?" Romera asked before he left again.

"The red heads are fun. We have a lot of fun together," Julian replied. She watched as he climbed back down.

The teasing never stopped, and once she saw Julian among the crowd laughing and tugging on her leg.

She looked to the white haired people. They held their arms open to her, and she decided to climb down and join them. Romera never saw Julian again, but it didn't matter.

She thought about how much life had changed since she climbed down the fence. Her hair never turned fully white like she expected. In fact, she came to notice that everyone had a slight pink tint to their hair. She ironed her socks and admired the ridiculousness of it all.

The end.

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