It was very different from our old home, our old home had herbs drying around the windows, in this house the windows were painted white and wiped clean twice a week by the maid.
In our old home the walls were red brick, the floor was earth, we didn’t wear shoes.
In the Busang house we had clean feet and black shiny, uncomfortable shoes.
This house had an upstairs and many rooms filled with collections of rocks and fossils, many rooms had nothing in them.
Our old house was a simple two room hut; we all slept together on the floor. The other room was smaller, it had been our kitchen.
In this new house I was alone most of the time, I am lonelier than I have ever been before.
Our old house was full of laughter, smiles, love. My mother would call my brother and father in, boasting about the great feast I had prepared for them, when I had only cut up the pumpkin.
In our old house I was happy.
I found Capable outside, drawing with a stick. I caught sight of my reflection in the window. I had some dust on my face. I examined myself, brushing the dust off. I stared in to my own green eyes, green lights in my dark face. I flinched and looked away. As if I needed any reminder of how different I was. I clapped and Abe turned round. Another set of green lights stared at me “Come with me. I need to tell you something.” He nodded and we set off. I told Able all about what had been said at breakfast. He nodded, his face passive.
Able and I sat on the comforting red dirt of our father’s land, we were now liberated. An eye for an eye. Jealousy had taken control of our eyes for a while; it had contorted our perfect life to one of sadness and despair. Envy is a terrible thing. Green eyes.... however, are entirely different.
I dedicate this piece to Megan, may she live forever through her works and in the hearts of those who loved her.
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