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Bell looked at the ceramic bottle in her hands and felt peculiar. She walked over to the window and reflected on her monotone surroundings. She had always hated the lack of colour, the shades of grey, to white, to black, that encompassed the fraying, motionless paintings on the walls. This was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel isolated, alone. However, in the distance, she spotted something, or rather someone. It was a figure that could only belong to Monsieur Creosote. A wild toothed dinosaur with charming hands and wide elbows. Bell gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. Herself a bold, giving, whisky drinker with solid hands and curvaceous elbows.
The moon shone like singing rabbits, making Bell flutter. The eyes of Monsieur Creosote gazed with the affection of 200 articulate ostriches. They said, in hushed tones, “I want you; I must have you, that is my freedom.” Bell looked back, her heart now beating with the rhythms of dragon fly wings. “If you so desire to take me away. Please do so in a self-availing way and with a loving smile,” she stated.
They looked at each other with a sense of understanding, like two heavy, tall ever greens creaking in the wind. A jazz ensemble’s speech ringing between the canopies as two brushtail possums forage in the grey. Bell studied Monsieur Creosote hands and elbows. Eventually, she took a shallow breath and uttered. “For if it is right and true, you shall have what you desire in time”. Monsieur Creosote replied, “but I don’t want to wait, I feel I deserve it all now!” Bell hesitantly responded, “Well. Take what you must, but only what you need. Give to others all you can afford and remember that good things come to those who wait.” Investing in tomorrow by bearing without today is a part of life, relish in that, thrive even when without, as you already have it all.
As Monsieur Creosote’s gluttonous hands grip Bell’s neck, not even a drink of whisky would calm the nerves.
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