Anouk {{ District Five (CB)
Dec 31, 2014 20:29:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 20:29:00 GMT -5
Her paper airplanes never flew right, and the wings on her paper cranes were always bent.
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At the age of seven she wrote "F R E E O R I G A M I" on a slip of paper, taped it to a table outside of her house and sat, in the sweltering sun of District Five with a bucket marked "spare change" next to her
And folded
And tore
And folded
Until paper cuts littered her fingertips like pain littered her heart and until sweat clung to her forehead she folded. But no one ever came, and the flowers and cranes and frogs that sat on the table in front of her mocked and teased her as their shadows stretched themselves thin. And she all but gave up hope, because not one person had even laid eyes on the origami sprawled out in front of her. Not one.
But then, a man came.
And they sat and stood in silence, exchanging breaths as his eyes, hidden behind glasses darker than the shadows in front of her studied each folded delicacy carefully.
"Whats your name, girl?"
She refused to meet his eyes. He smirked.
"Why do you do all this work if no one wants them?"
And the silence held her by the throat until she shrugged in response.
His hands were dark, chalky, cold. He plucked a crane from the table, black soot smudging the white landscape of it's wings. And he surveyed it in his palm, that blank, emotionless face staring until his lips finally parted.
"This wing is crooked."
And with one quick close of his hand he returned the crane to her as a crumbled ball.
He dropped a few coins in the spare change jar before leaving.
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Her mother died a week later.
With an origami flower adorning her head.
It's petals were smudged with black.
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