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Excerpt
Hypothetical World
The end of the week passed
by slowly, until the weekend finally arrived. Covering the city with promises
of rest, fun or simple happiness.
Paulette spent her morning
inside her bedroom, under house arrest for a reason she did not exactly
remember: maybe it was because she forgot to make her bed in the morning, or skipped
lunch or dinner playing outside, or this time she was too long in the shower. For whatever reason it was, she did not
remember anymore and would probably do the same things again on the following
days. Happy to be able to run out of the
house after lunchtime, thirsty for sunrays, she did not think about it anymore.
***
Swinging her legs, sitting
on the branch of a tree, chewing sugar cane sliced in pieces as would they be Macdonald’s
chips…fake chips over a real tree leaf pretending to be a plate. No ketchup, of course. Sugar instead of salt. But chips are chips; potatoes and sugar canes
are both yellow, aren’t they? So,
Paulette’s chips were sugar canes’ ones.
Paulette had to cut the
sugar cane herself with a big knife she took out of the kitchen. Small knives were nothing for her; too
dangerous, they fell easily out of her hand, picking her foot; she felt safer
dealing with big ones, despite other people’s views about it. Apart from that, small knives made her feel
like a simple thief; big ones, like a real pirate.
After slicing the sugar
cane for her imaginary crew -- composed actually only by herself and some birds
that don’t eat chips at all -- Paulette climbed the tree carrying the chips
wrapped inside of several tree leaves, under her t-shirt. Even if the t-shirt was
threaded inside of her skirt, she lost some chips on her way to the top because
they slid out of the tree leaves, running over her legs, falling all the way to
the ground…turning them into ants’ food, inside of Paulette’s mind, as she saw
them falling over the ground.
***
The sun going down over
the city was orange due to the air pollution, but this did not made the color
less beautiful for Paulette.
Some beautiful things we
see are created due to not-so-good circumstances, but they are not less
beautiful or magical for our eyes; at least, this is what we think until we
know what creates them, but most times even after we know it…. Sometimes, to
know why, increases their beauty, as would they be survivors from a post-apocalyptic
time.
You rarely know what
creates the beauty you see in front of you.
It is rare that ...
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