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Mad Lady Red-
Since I’m not divulging on my current tale I will do my best to the very very sparce amount of you who read my tumblr. *crickets mostly* So I played with a picture and the wheels started turning, and it is raw, just as I am coming up with it.
The Luxuriously Lonely Lady Red-By Emily Graham
The little girl tried to walk away from the mud so it didn’t get her yellow Easter shoes dirty. Eventually a big muddy pickup drove by and spattered her matching dress with little yellow spots. Even just coming out of her toddler years she couldn’t help but feeling like one of her talking dolls, that said a programmed phrase when you pushed a button.
For the first ten years of her life she followed this path. Weekdays meant school and good grades and gold stars, until about 4th or 5th grade. Sundays meant Bible class at her family’s church until about 6th or 7th grade.
The world began testing her. Something greater saw something greater in her, but it knew once she discovered it, she could use it for her gains.
The first thing she had to be tested on having had this greatness within was her strength. She lost her parents in a military invasion of her villiage, and she was 17 and had to rise from the ashes and survive.
After the invasions, kidnapping, and burning of her hometown, the young woman carried herself out of the wreckage with nothing but the red dress she was wearing and a bottle of Tequila and walks tall to the next town.
It was like walking into a different world. This village had not been invades, it was untouched. There was green grass and she could see the sky. While this delicate red flower swished down the main road, looking to the sky, and letting the sun be her only comfort, the villagers watched from inside theirr houses, through their shutters, and from up in the trees.
She went into a resturaunt, where there was a woman standing by a table full of pies. “Hi there, my name’s Barb” The woman says, stuffing a rag into her apron. “Please, sit down,” she leads her to a table, “I’ll get you something.”
She sits as if it was a release of all the empty energy cells in her body that she had ran dry. Barb sneaks away the empty bottle of Tequila and heads towards the back of the building.
She rests with her head on the table, not noticing all the people in the restaurant silently staring at her. Hell, she couldn’t tell you much about what Barb looked like besides: white; belly; red nails.
Her nose gets her attention. Coffee, and sausage! She opens her eyes and seas a whole breakfast, with coffee milk and juice, and eggs AND toast, and sausage and bacon! “I didn’t even realize I was this hungry … thank you Barb.” Right before she picked up her fork, Barb sat down. “You looked like you needed it. Only traffic comin your way was trucks of hostages and dead bodies. Then it stopped. We figured no one was left. Heh, I don’t even know your name. You got one?” She looked down for a minute, and smiled. “Yes, it’s Penny.”
I'm moving to Girard to an apartment just two mini flights down from my best friend from College, Alzoo. The start of this blog is the start of this new chapter of my life.