This is a little story I wrote when I was about fourteen/fifteen. I didn’t finish it. It must have been an ‘on the spur of the moment’ kind of story, where I just had an idea that I wanted to get down, so it’s not amazing but I kind of like the simplicity of it.
The world was grey. The clouds, with their piercing cold droplets of water, were grey. The sky was a never ending blanket of grey. The buildings were grey. The puddles were grey. The birds were grey. The people were grey. Even I was a grey being, synchronised with everyone, going about our schedule.
And then one day, I met her. It seemed like an ordinary day and it should’ve been but it’s not something I regret because she was the one person who spilled the paint onto the blank page that was our town.
There was a ray of light that seeped through the sea of enormous plain clouds, whilst I did my morning laps in our backyard pool. The trees were whispering and rustling, dancing in the light breeze. That’s when I saw eyes sparkling in the dark alignment of trees. I panicked, splashing about. She stepped forward and I froze. I couldn’t do anything but stare in utter shock and fascination. She held a small telescope and wore a vintage aviator pilot’s hat on her purple flowing hair. Her bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight. She was small, wearing overgrown clothes and a small fabric backpack hung from her shoulders. There was something else, that meant almost the world to her. The map, that she was clutching against her chest.
“Who are you?” I stuttered, climbing out the pool.
She didn’t reply but rather stepped forward again, looked at her map, then to the sky, then back at me.
“I said who are you?”
“My name is Bree.” She finally replied with. “Do you have a large flying balloon?” She asked.
“A large fly…? A hot air balloon?” I asked as she dipped her head down. “No, why would I own that?”
“I need to get to a special place, before I have to go.”
“I’m not sure but my map shows me where it is.”
“Okay. Well, where did you come from?”
“I travelled here from my home, far away. I’ve never seen colours like the ones here. It’s wonderful.”
“You’re funny. But really, you shouldn’t just stand and watch people swim!” I explained, wrapping myself in a towel. “So this place you want to go to, is it far?”
“I’m not sure but there is a lot of water and sand.” She smiled, blushing.
“The beach?” I contemplated for a while and I’m not sure whether it was my brain begging for something different or my interest in the strangeness of the girl but I found myself telling her, “I’ll take you.”
Even though we were both teenagers, I felt like I was a grown up, taking care of a child. At that time anyways. When I had offered her a bowl of cereal, she gobbled it down like she hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Do you want to go now?” I asked, laughing.
As she began laughing too, she got up and passed me her map. “Here.” Her finger pointed to the beach.
“That’s pretty far. This may take all day and I have things to do already…” I bit my lip but then her face fell. “It’s okay. I’ll just have to work twice as hard tomorrow.” I said, in the least sarcastic way possible. It lit up her face anyway.
And we set off.
Hey guys! This small but beautiful story was written by Shay from Planet Shay. Be sure to check out her blog and follow her!
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