Thứ Năm, 15 tháng 12, 2011

Girls

Girls enter the house. Girls, with all the characteristic of girls, blushing cheeks, colorful dress matched with fancy shoes, optimistic, vulnerable enter the house. 

One girl was taller than the other, with the blond stream flowing to her shoulder; the other girl wearing crystal bracelets, and has eyes that confine the whole universe. The rooster plays its morning horn, after which the girls wake up. 

Girls enter the house and sit together for a tea party.  One girl pretends to be a traveler who is lost in the dark night, the other be the kind-hearted hostess. The girls’ laughter lightened the house up. 

Girls rushed to the kitchen. One, with the assistance of the chair, pulled the ice cream box down, the other girl laid on the table sprinkles, chocolate syrup, melted marshmallow their mom has made, and two spoons. 

After thirty minutes, no ice cream was left so the girls decided to throw the empty box away. Dolls, dolls of different kinds and dresses, were given life through the girls’ tiny fingers. 

As soon as the bond between them and the girls was broken, they died, hibernated to be exact, waiting for someday to be revived again. 

Two girls in the chapel, one playing the piano, and one being a soprano, created harmonious sounds that blend perfectly together.  

Girls subtly realized many small things about them have changed, before which they anxiously talk to each other and ultimately to their mother. “Don’t worry, it’s all normal”, the mom told the girls in a sweetest voice. 

Two girls, having rid of their worries, went to bed and dreamed of Neverland where they can fly and never grow up. Girls starting to feel their heart skipped a beat when a handsome, charming boy came and talk to them, after which they found out that they “have had a crush on him”, or at least that’s what their closest friend said. 

Girls, one propping her fist against her chin on the table, one lying on the bed in their shared room staring at the blank ceiling. Although their actions are completely different, the girls’ minds were thinking of the same person. Girls tried to go on a diet, bought fancier, more expensive dresses and shoes and aghast at how they can take as many thing as they want with an easy slide of a card. 

Two girls fighting, tearing each other clothes and stretching each other’s hair; their bruises lasted for several days. And that day came, when a girl’s heart shattered and the other’s soared. And it also came that night, when a girl whistling as she chose her dress and doing her hair, preparing for the date while the other sat in a dark corner crying. 

Girl charged into their room later on, bursting into tears and swore never to see that good for nothing, full of ulterior motives -boy again, and they hugged and cried to sleep.  

Two girls were cooking in the kitchen like they used to since they were young, humming as they went on. “Fire! fire!”, one girl screamed; and before the other realized what just happened, the flame has chewed her clothes and now looking for some human’s flesh as dessert. 

Girl rushing through the dark hallway, chasing after the other on the bed but was much faster thanks to the help of the two nurses. And the last thing that girl saw was her sister screaming her name but was stopped by the surgery room’s door. “Don’t worry sis”, the girl murmurred “that might be the door of heaven, and I have no regrets, because you have always been beside me”.

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