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The sky was that pale blue color that reminded me of a nursery. It makes you think of rainbows and cotton candy, all that stuff that makes little kids smile like you’ve just handed them the world with that little bit of sugar. All the clouds were familiar shapes too. So familiar it brought back memories painful enough I could swear the sky was mocking me. One white puff reminded me of the little dolls my mother used to draw for me on scratch paper. I remember being small and sitting in her lap while she drew little dancing girls over and over again. When she’d stop I’d yell “Mommy again or she’s going to cry!” and tug her hand back to the paper.
I looked more intently at the sky, the shapes kept appearing. I stared at one and it made me think of a church. I closed my eyes at a familiar thought of symbols on a church wall. The sound of blood dripping slowly. I large crucifix on the alter. The strange thought made me feel like I was falling into the sky, maybe the world didn’t exist at all. I was falling into a pool of baby blue cotton candy when a large shadow hit me in the face like gravity throwing me back to the grass. My eyes snapped open to see Ethan standing there watching me.
He plopped down beside me. “What do you want to be?” he laid back with the back of his head resting on his hands.
“Hello to you too. Wonderful greeting skills you have there.” I smiled at him. He just smirked and waited for my answer. No one said he was good at socializing. “A frog, preferably one of the poisonous ones.” I sat up beside him and played with his bangs.
“ Funny. Don’t you have any goals? You’re so obsessed with achieving you have to have some destination you’re headed for.”
“Sure I do. I want to be successful.”
He stared at me for a second as if he were waiting for something, then asked, “Successful at what?”
I shrugged. “Does it matter? No one cares what I do. So as long at is.”
“Yeah, but what do you really want to do? Forget what everyone else wants.”
“I want to write, you know that.”
“Okay, the problem with that would be you don’t let anyone read what you write.”
“I will.” I rolled over on my back again and stared at the sky.
“When?” I could feel him staring at me and turned to look at him. He had such pretty eyes. So shiny and bright you could see everything in them. There was something hidden though. Something waiting to come out and I couldn’t figure out what. Still, he was adorable. His hair was a sandy brown in the summer time and dark like syrup during winter. A slight tan tickled across his cheeks and his smile always came out as a smirk with a slight squinting to his eyes.
“When I decide I write well enough that people will really mean it when they say it’s good. What do you want? Spare me the risqué comments please.”
He grinned and ran his fingers through his hair. “I want to be happy.”
s I’m exceptionally good at something it doesn’t really matter what i“What’s stopping you then?”
“Life.”

All works on this page were written by and under copywrite to Krystal Hicks 2001.