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iles and po

s of opposites

run in t

run in t

th cruel fingers digging in me as my eyes widens and

ma's

tale" she hisses as her nai

God- i

rd

urts

er nails and look up at her "ma... it's hurting

rd

ts.

- please" my voice comes o

rd

. so m

ves slashing m

ing in our lawn . i hiss loudly as her nails digs deeper in my flesh , red scratched mark

t bu

l as blood trails down my wrist , my mouth tips down and lo

hur

rist is b

airyland , your life is going to start ! What you lived yet was an delusion! It's time you got serio

at

life sta

ords cross from above my brain a

aking as i see pika - the parrot who has been my friend from 12 years , fluttering his

stands that I

me ma do

hurts-" My voice come

n? Hm ? Why nothing gets inside your head? Hm ?

ooo

leas

oud noises in

words and she herself, fr

ing her apron , only to realize that i a

's blood , she is hurt-" her cry barely comes out of her lips but it echoes in the lawn before it dawns on Miss

rd

e hand

protecting you girls , you know you can't be seen ? You know who might see you ? You know it is a dead end where every thing you have ever known ends ? Just bec

rd

urts

ked on my wrist and takin

rs at yasmin and motion her towards the bucket of washed clo

in the kitchenette , once i reach the kitchenette that is just at the

g happy in my l

enette with tinkling windchime awaited me but f

t would

murmurs as my hand pre

s she so angr

sidered before maki

splay outside our bakery

ch , a small smile splays on m

ust . c

ver hurt you

ust . c

nds and whoos soft breathe on my burning flesh . i get on tiptoes and

d blooming , Tasmin must have c

es in our stall... People rarely buy any from us ... Often kids steal and r

op because she knew no one would buy flowers in village when they can easily

en we

and pale pink mesh table cloth on it and since then

our faces and nice scent in bakery , we all three ran wild to collect flowers together , drunk on idea of baking in kitchenette with flowers scenting outside of the kitchenette, drunk on the id

ll our li

smelling fresh flowers , reading romance and running wild in our meadow , i shake m

and walk forward to the bread flour jar , i open it and see caiques skitting around the

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ned laminated dough gets wrapped in brown butter paper and i stare

rvants stole some of our special baked croissants and Madame ma will

hat we steal it

get to eat it when it's some cultural

because they are

outh in a most

d now i feel like bumping in bed , my eyes closes and a dark flash of sharp s

rd

leave my drea

is h

ut the panic of seeing his flash in mind makes

i jump up from sleep and suck in oxygen like i was starving from centuries before Yasmin would swat on my hand

is h

ing

he leave m

one week ago or has h

hes in my dreams , I s

hole night thin

hat my nails would crack , with

e me that

ld

ven pos

, and i was barely peeking and

ly blurred... Madame ma never took me to doc

t i

have been

rd

ppen if he h

ose men should ne

r ev

r selves from their gaze even

e my eyes before

amn lost ?" She yells , slamming her

I say , still laced in las

she hides the stolen croissants in the last d

terious voice and picks up a wooden plank tha

as hap

k in front of me and wipes her han

ead at her

any other top

urse

wrong with M

me ma... It is always Mi

she feels like she sho

re in world must not hav

omes a mother then she would

on the window lane but my peace of staring at moon is shaken roughly as

t the moon that stares at us with love ever

brows scrunches up "what is it? I ask , quitely and

eeks , now tiny thin red veins showing in her cheeks "one week ago - that night of celebration from the Hunters ? The next morning , early the morning a letter came - rolled with burnt edges for Miss Katherina , her hands were shaking and her f

just mig

... let

ything is not your fairytale ! This is our lives... She has kept us away from the

and try to tell her with my eyes to

no.

an't

too , i know you f

pin that was forever shoved in my hear

my own ears , my voice being so low , as though the breeze and rustl

the trut

t pay attention but you , have you noticed any change in Miss Katherina ? From a week ? As though some thing has happened , i have nev

said this morning co

has happene

as cr

that did not m

panicked too - in reality

s happe

make her an

d have fallen on floor but the stool was there , the first word affected her so horribly , her whole face reddened with weird miscellany of fe

god

on her just too much li

nking too much-" i start but s

she bought from london ? and since then she has kept th

d we both fa

sh

s quivers "she hides things from us and it feels so wrong because she keeps things fro

iness , we don't even ask to see how the world looks outside of our little land... Do you know that the world is so big and we have seen nothing but a fairy prison?" Our eyes meets and what i see in her eyes

olden prison and we all didn't

ing of her dress's pale white net flare , the same shade as our pale white curtains that

rd

x of little charms is my treasure...

, keys , combs , magic sticks , butterflies , wings and books and clean them , polish

t.

am happy or i have spent my life f

efore slumping my face on

took away

g

st think

"so ? Tell me how the world looks for you see the whole wor

he pale white curtains and my dress , all fleets and flutters