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Devking

Posted: Jul 25 2007, 04:21 PM

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The Lone Child,
A Short Story
By: Devking
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�Similarities.

�We all have them. We all acknowledge of them. But what if there was a deeper meaning in �having similarities�? What if it were the similarities, which bring us together? What if we were all related, only for our similarities to the ones we meet?

�Let me tell you a story: A person finds half of a biscuit in their food. They say, �Wow, I must be the only one in the world to get half a biscuit instead of the whole one.� It is simply a joke, is it not? Of course other people would have the same chance that maybe, just maybe, a chef were to split biscuits in half just for purpose. But let�s think back a bit. The logical was that it was odd for you to receive half a biscuit. Of course. And that it would be unlikely for anyone else to receive half a biscuit at the same place as you in a recent time. That makes some sense. But think again�you received half a biscuit. Where does the other half go?

�On the other side of the restaurant, the same occurs. The family jokes that it was unlikely for them to receive half a biscuit instead of one. Now, what if that overlooked coincidence was not a coincidence at all? What if there was a deeper meaning in that happening? What if, because it was a similarity between them that made them both receive half inside of a whole?

�It is possible. But not likely. Let�s go with that for now. We all meet for a reason. The reason maybe being that you knew someone they knew, so you were introduced to one another. Ah, a similarity lies within. You both knew that significant other party, who led to your meeting. Very odd. Now, we all know people only greet one another if there is that similarity between them. If you think hard enough, you know it�s true. You know that it is because of that that they communicate.

�So does hate go the same way? Does hate only occur do to the fact that a similarity is in common, that the dislike is sprouted? Does it follow that a similarity will cause this repulsion, which we believe to issue the findings of dissimilarity? No! Similarity does not cause dissimilarity! Being close to the same with another brings up other feelings, but it will not bring the truth that they are different. Maybe difference itself is the key in the same? Maybe��

�But now, I give you another story; my final one of this night. What if a wandering adolescent, one of destitution�no, that doesn�t sound right. Let me re-phrase�what if, let�s just say for the time of it, a child were looking into the restaurant, watching this odd occurrence. Let�s say, for now, that it was because he was homeless and was just passing by. That is not the point, either way. Anyways, what if that teenager were to only be walking in this alleyway�yes, let me mention that it is an alleyway�watching happy families eating together, and he hears a sound? He moves towards it, although the darkness of the sky and the wetness of the rain cover his sight. And lightning flashes. He sees what it is. A lone baby, within a wooden basket, lying on the floor of the alley.

�Now, he believes of meeting due to similarities. He thinks, �Ah, I there must be a reason why I have met this child here, at a place like this!� But he thinks for it. And thinks� and thinks� �Wait a minute.� He says, finally reaching ultimatum. �How can there be a similarity between myself and this child?� He sees that there could be no blood relation. He knows that the child could not have possibly come out here because they both knew someone or something of that sort. But what? There must be a solution!

�Well, that�s my story for tonight. I�ll continue it sometime else. It would be quite a similarity if that would be to happen somewhere else on this planet, at this exact moment. Now good night, and return to your homes safely! What�s�oh, what? You ask for the similarity, you say? Well, obviously the similarity between the one person and the other who received the half biscuit was that they were both in line one after the other. Gee, and I thought you were to be of a higher class.�

�What now?�

Lightning flashed again, filling the area of visibility of a quarter of a second. As the darkness resumed, all that one could see were the lights that filled the countless stores on the road, and all that one could hear were the sounds of rain drizzling down onto the earth. This city was a quite peaceful one, where it was known that, "So prosperous that there is no homeless, destitute, or hungry." But rumor had it that a child of these three qualities traveled in this city. Shunned only by the every of the single of the residences. Tonight, either the townsfolk were at home, at dinner, or at the famous "Hewells Yzianntos Roast of Religion", the one and only. Those who were found roaming the streets would be incarcerated, to the fullest extent of the law.

The blinding sight shot through the air again, this time lasting just enough for movement to be detected. It was only small movement, like a cat or something. Besides, it was only to be seen within one of the many alleys that filled the vicinity. What they didn't know, was that there was in fact a life form, human, or of close relation to that lurking there. Not one, in fact. But two.

It was a young boy, of the age of early adolescence, and a younger female, one of the premature ages of childhood. On sat against the walls of the building, thinking of what to do, while the other lied in her comfortable "nest", dreaming of things so carefree to only be dreamed about. Their relationship? None.

Now, what would you do in a situation like this? You're homeless, have no way of supporting yourself, and one night, you find a lone baby sitting in a dark and narrow alleyway. Your idealism of "everyone meeting because of their similarities" has been shattered, and furthermore, what should you do with the baby?

He thought about this, over and over again. If I brought her with me, there is no telling what would happen. She would die. And on the opposing side. But if I kept her here, surely someone of good reason would find and help her... Two opposing and conflicting thoughts raced through his mind, each trying to win dominance over the other. Each had a trump of their own: She could live if I worked hard enough just to feed her. For sleeping, there's already the basket. And on the opposing side. It would be best if someone else came and handled this. Quickly told, this lasted for hours... And hours...

It was now nearly dawn, and a decision was not found. Still, thinking, thinking, and thinking... The boy had not stopped thinking since he started, and the same debate still filled his thoughts. Finally, something snapped within him. A condescending ticking of switching, one after the other, in a chain reaction. The choice snapped over him in a second, as if almost instantaneously. He picked up the small object, inside with the other child, and ran.

Sooner or later, once he had left the city without anyone noticing, he stopped, and put the object in his hands down. It had really been heavy, considering all the other things he had with him.

"What am I doing?!" The boy shouted to the murky skies, filled with the color from the horizon that was, the sun rising. And the light cleared up, all clouds and darkness disappearing; the rain ending, and the sky opening up. It was morning. Wet dew dripped from a leaf nearby, and the color surrounding them made something clear. On the basket there was a tag.

"Asuna Crystal Musely"

This post has been edited by Devking on Jun 17 2008, 01:40 AM

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