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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A Second Look

Once upon a time there was a Glass Girl. She spent her days hidden in a tower deep in the forest. She stayed hollow, and her glass sparkled. She did not call out for help, and no one came to help her.
She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
One day her sparkle caught the eye of a Wooden Boy. He came and called up to her, “Your beauty is radiating. Your sparkle is insatiable. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, but she did not look down at him. She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
Wooden Boy came to her every night. He filled her ears with pretty words, and her mind with wishful thinking.  “Your glow is hypnotizing. Your glass is intricate. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, and wanted to look down at him, but she did not. She simply sat. Day after day. Sparkling in the sunlight, and glowing in the moonlight.
Each night she fell asleep to his voice, candied images dancing in her head. “ Your luster is brilliant. Your shine is stunning. Let me help you. Come with me.”
Glass Girl heard his words, and looked down at him. She stood. Agreeing to go with Wooden Boy day after day. To sparkle in the sunlight, and glow in the moonlight.
The sun rose and the sun set. She waited for Wooden Boy to return, but he did not come. Her patience turned to anger. Anger turned to sadness. Sadness cut deep into her heart and dripped tears of crimson.
Crimson filled her mind.
Crimson filled her body.
Crimson filled her soul.
She did not sparkle in the sunlight, nor did she glow in the moonlight. Without her sparkle or her glow, she was useless. An ugly waste of crimson.
She threw herself out her window, knowing her glass would shatter. A thousand sparkling pieces scattered throughout the rough dirt, frosting the earth with beauty.
A new crimson girl rose from the ground, and started her life