Red world

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Tulips. Red heads, hanging as if dragged down by tiny chunks of lead. Sometimes slim petals drift away, landing in front of feet. Looking down, you see them.
Looking up, you see the drooping heads. They’ve witnessed so many, shuffling back and forth.

A girl comes next. Blue eyes, blond, braided hair. One step before the next, breathing in and out. She is holding her hand closed, clasping a object tightly.

How shall we judge others crossing our path?

The girl was never one to judge, but one day she did. Spikes of laughter drizzling over him, as he didn’t get it right. He ripped out his heart, but the petals kept raining, burying it forever.

The tulips are red. They watch the world from above, easy when their heads dip low.
They can easily judge, but that is not the way of flowers.

The girl can’t walk anymore. Every step is echoed on the marble
floor. Darkness around her, with a porch-light as her spot-light. She is tired, and so is the world that she carries in her hand. She puts it one a red petal and leaves it there for someone else


3 thoughts on “Red world

    ashokbhatia said:
    April 5, 2014 at 16:51

    Good to see your post after such a long time! Hope all is well?

      mirrorgirl responded:
      April 7, 2014 at 04:51

      I am, just been busy with moving to a new apartment, and attending courses for my work. Now I have moved in, and am settling down:)

        ashokbhatia said:
        April 9, 2014 at 02:14

        May I know which part of Norway you have moved to? We might be in Asker during July this year.

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