Paper Please

We used to live in a tissue paper house til Daddy got a fever, and before it burned to the ground we rounded up our belongings and put them in party bags as the spark grew and the match was thrown to the ground.

The only thing we weren’t allowed to take with us was the past, so we covered our previous memories with wrapping paper and ribbons and put on our party dresses to appear presentable.

Tulle over our eyes, we cried in surprise as the shadows started darkening over our paper mache sun. There was nothing to do but start a fire to keep our shadows away and so our paper possessions burned in our brick and mortar houses.

At first escaping with our wispy hearts was enough, but as soon we saw the scorch marks on the brick we recycled the remnants of our paper lives and put up plastic siding.

About thesarahsector

A teenage girl who doesn't say OMG or LOL. I like Trader Joes scones, NYC, and writing. Check out my blog at:
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5 Responses to Paper Please

  1. longtooth77 says:

    another ‘get your thinking caps on’ post 🙂 awesome sarah!

  2. dominicwells says:

    Came here out of curiosity as I saw you liked my blog. Read quite a few entries. Very pleasantly surprised. I just wanted you to know, in case you ever find yourself doubting it, that you have real talent as a writer. I say this rarely.

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