Once Upon A Time.

There was a girl who had almost everything. She had a pair of parents who loved her, a puppy with brown eyes and golden fur, a shelf of favourite storybooks, and she was beautiful. But she was missing something, and she didn’t know what it was, but she felt it. And that missing something soon became quite apparent as her story continues.

This girl was named Blink and she walked to school often. She woke up when it rained, and she woke up when it sunned. And a-walking she would go, often passing by numerous fascinations at the playground, or along the street, or in that strange sweet shop that she had never stepped in because she was just always passing by.

The Funeral.

Her aunt died one day. There was a funeral and there were some flowers. There were sobbing people who were telling irrelevant stories about irrelevant things. There was her mother’s crumpled frame seated on a little chair by her aunt’s coffin, and there was her father’s coat draped over the back of that little chair as he was busy with formalities at the entrance because unlike the usual funeral weather, it was a hot and sunny day.

Blink stood beside her mother’s little chair and her aunt’s coffin, staring blankly at the lifeless face of her dead aunt. She wondered how many eyelashes there were on the edge of her aunt’s closed eyelids and if something magical would happen if she were to count them all correctly.

The next day, Blink woke up and walked to school.

An Odd Encounter.

She walked pass the playground, she walked along the street, and just as she was about to pass that strange sweet shop, a strange-looking person stepped out of the strange sweet shop right in front of her. He was wearing bright yellow overalls with coloured buttons that were sewn at the oddest places and he had a huge shapeless hat that sat lopsided on his curly-haired head. He was not a clown.

The strange looking person with yellow overalls and a lopsided hat smiled at Blink and began to juggle three oranges, which he found in his left pocket. Blink only blinked and maybe the corners of her perfect pink lips twitched ever so slightly. I’m guessing her response was not satisfactory to the strange looking person and his three juggled oranges, because he soon stopped, put the oranges back in his left pocket, and walked off whistling a tune about missing hairbrushes.

That was by far the oddest encounter of Blink’s many passing by fascinations on her way to school. And so with a sudden intense curiosity, she turned to look at the strange sweet shop from which that strange person with the yellow oh you get it already came from. And for the first time, Blink did not walk on towards school.

To be continued...