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Είδος: ας πούμε fantasy αλλά δεν το δένω κόμπο.
Βία; Όχι
Σεξ; Όχι
Αριθμός Λέξεων: νέα έκδοση 598, προηγούμενη 607
Αυτοτελής; Ναι
Σχόλια: Το παρακάτω φλασάκι θα εκδοθεί μαζί με τις ιστορίες των υπόλοιπων μελών του μεταπτυχιακού σε μια ανθολογία, μέσα στο καλοκαίρι που μας έρχεται. Όλες οι ιστορίες είναι εικονογραφημένες από μέλη του Κολεγίου Τεχνών του Εδιμβούργου. Η παρτενέρ μου λοιπόν από το κολέγιο, μου έστειλε την παρακάτω εικόνα για έμπνευση. Επειδή ως το τέλος της εβδομάδας το παραδίδω και επίσημα, θα ήθελα τις γνώμες σας αν γίνεται. Η ιστορία είναι σε ένα μοτίβο που εξερευνώ λίγο τον τελευταίο καιρό: Τα παιδιά, οι φανταστικοί τους φίλοι και το σημείο που τους αφήνουν πίσω. Υπάρχει προφανώς όριο λέξεων... α ναι, κι ένας καλός τίτλος αν σας βρίσκεται; Αυτό το bye bye kitty σαν παρωδία του Hello kitty μου ακούγεται.
edit: Ανέβασα μια νέα πειραγμένη έκδοση, αλλά κράτησα και την πρώτη εκδοχή από κάτω.
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Α lonely elm tree stood by the creek, on the far side of the meadow. Olia was sitting between its ancient roots, her naked toes playing with the soft mud under them.She was holding a bottle of milk in one hand, a saucer and a wooden music box in the other. Her worried eyes were on the box, fixed on the image of a dancing cat,engraved upon it. The figure reminded Olia of an old nursery rhyme, her granny had taught her.
Give her milk and play the tune;
Kitty will be with you soon
Her friend was growing weaker and more distant, every day that passed. Their meetings were becoming rarer and rarer. She filled the saucer with warm milk, careful not to spill a single drop.
She took the box in her hands.
Olia looked on her side, towards the cottage on the meadow’s other side; the real world. A big birthday cake and smiling faces were waiting for her back there. Pink clouds cascaded gently above, paying their respects to the birthday girl.
She sniffed and opened the box’s lid.
As a soft tune arose from within, Olia closed her blue eyes and waited.
Then a low growl was heard before her, followed by soft lapping. Olia nodded and stood up while the sweet melody hung in the air above the music box.
An old grey cat, milk dripping from its whiskers, looked up at her.
“Kitty,” said the girl and the words turned the child’s lips into a sad smile.
The cat licked the milk off its nose and slightly tilted its head in attention.
“Nana said you can stay until I’m a big girl,” Olia said and sobbed.
“I’m a big girl now, kitty.”
The cat’s blue eyes narrowed. It shook its head, letting a long-drawn meowl. It looked so tired, so old…
“I have to let you go. If you stay…”
The music box’s song carried on. Far behind, a mother’s hand was lighting seven birthday candles; voices called her name. For just a moment, the cat’s figure flickered like a flame.
“You must find other children to take care of now.”
The cat huffed in annoyance. Gathering its dwindling strength, it began to grow big, as big as the elm tree. Its gray fur became a glistening coat of white and brown, tinted with peacocks’ eyes that flickered in the rising wind. It growled towards the girl with an open mouth, full of big teeth. The creek picked up that growl and tossed its echo around the meadow.
Olia stood motionless. The cat roared again and again but they both knew those roars held no fury within them, only sadness for their inevitable parting. The huge snout lowered to the level of Olia’s eyes, sniffing its friend. Blue bore into blue.
The girl kissed the furry forehead then put her hands around the big cat’s neck.
“I’ll miss you,” she tried to say, but her voice was broken into a whimper.
Dejected, the creature growled softly, steadily reverting to its previous size, until Olia found herself holding a grey kitten in her lap. She turned her head towards the music box, now at its dying notes. Closing her teary eyes again, she cradled her friend lovingly.
“Bye bye, kitty.”
Olia opened her eyes, the moment the music came to an end and the feeling of soft fur disappeared from her arms. The box’s lid fell, leaving Olia alone under the tree and the clouds. She swept her tears and turned towards the cottage. She was a big girl now.
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Olia walked out of the cottage. A big birthday cake and smiling faces were waiting behind her but before those seven candles were blown out, she had something to do.
A bottle of milk was held in one hand, a wooden box and a saucer in the other. Her eyes were now on the box, fixed on the image of a dancing cat, engraved upon it. Their blue never let the figure go for the road’s sake.
She didn’t need to look ahead; she knew where she had to go.
Give her milk and play the tune;
Kitty will be with you soon
She kept repeating the two verses, over and over again. Her Grandma had taught that song to her.
The green blades beneath the girl’s naked feet gradually turned into soft mud by the time she reached the big elm tree by the creek. Still humming between her lips, she sat between its giant roots and filled the saucer with warm milk, careful not to spill a single drop. She then placed the box next to it and opened its lid.
A soft tune arose from within. An old lullaby that used to sent little Olia to sleep.
She turned her eyes behind, towards the cottage and the real world. Pink clouds cascaded gently above, paying their respects to the birthday girl.
Then a low growl was heard behind her, followed by soft lapping. Olia nodded while the sweet melody hung in the air above the music box.
She turned again. A grey cat, milk dripping from its whiskers, looked up at her.
“Kitty,” said the girl and the words turned the child’s lips into a sad smile.
The cat licked the milk off its nose and slightly tilted its head in attention.
“Nana said you’ll stay until I’m a big girl,”Olia said and gulped,
“I’m a big girl now, kitty.”
The cat’s blue eyes narrowed. It shook its head, letting a long-drawn meowl.
“I have to let you go.”
The music box’s song carried on. Far behind, a mother’s hand was lighting the birthday candles.
“You must find other children to take care of now.”
The cat huffed in annoyance. In a matter of moments, it seemed to grow big, as big as the elm tree. Its gray fur became a glistening coat of white and brown, tinted with peacocks’ eyes that flickered in the rising wind. It growled towards the girl with an open mouth, full of big teeth. The creek picked up that growl and tossed its echo around the farm.
Olia stood motionless. The cat roared again and again but they both knew those roars held no fury within them, only sadness. The huge snout lowered to the level of Olia’s eyes, sniffing its friend. Blue bore into blue.
The girl kissed the furry forehead then put her hands around the big cat’s neck.
“I’ll miss you,” she tried to say, but her voice was broken into a whimper.
The creature closed its eyes, steadily reverting to its previous size, until Olia found herself holding the grey cat in her lap.
“The song is almost over,” They both turned their heads towards the music box, now at its dying notes. She closed her teary eyes and cradled her friend, not daring to look.
“Bye bye, kitty.”
Olia opened her eyes, the moment the music came to an end and the feeling of soft fur disappeared from her arms. The box’s lid fell, leaving the birthday girl alone under the tree and the clouds. She swept her tears and stood up, looking towards the cottage. She was a big girl now.
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This post has been edited by DinMacXanthi: 09 February 2010 - 00:24
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