Fairytale of a Little Girl
In a tiny town where no one visits. Lives a little girl that no one misses. She plays about in the large room of her parents’ house. She reads and writes, cleans and types, and reads books aloud to her only friend from time to time. Once in a while she puts on a play and doesn’t charge but a dime. Her inventions are clever, just like the Wonka endeavor. While putting on a show, this tiny girl prefers to read from Edgar Allen Poe. “Nevermore!” she screeches so loud and falls to the floor. “Nevermore,” she whispers so silently that it strikes the audience to the core. Nevermore for the girl’s life beyond the door.
She longed to become a mighty bird, so she could just fly away. She never wanted to be a flower for planted she would stay. She wanted to be free from them and all her Earthly things. She wanted to be free from what she felt like were puppet strings. Playing the piano was always a release. Never feeling as if she were in one piece. She wanted a companion; she wanted a friend. She didn’t want another doll because she got one every fall. Oh! How she wished she could make the walls twist and bend! She wanted an escape, she wanted a friend. She wouldn’t mind who, even if they were poor. But she knew very well not to walk out her door.
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