Chapter One: Catatonic

Juliet Must Die!
“Girl, here he comes” said her friend.
SHE MOVED SLUGGISHLY, edging her body around, trying to appear unnoticed. She knew he would move right passed her. He always did. He just over looked her, as if she didn’t exist. She understood she was a little chubby. She couldn’t help what genetics did to her. She tried to restrain from over eating, but on most hot days she stayed thirsty and hungry.
He saw her. He thought to himself, “She is beautiful and delectable”. He wasn’t in a position to try to sway someone to be interested in him, not now while the economy was in a depression. He wasn’t able to feed himself most days. He desired to have that glow about himself as she had.
“Hello Eric!” she said.
“Hello” he said sheepishly.
“How are you doing on this beautiful day?” They both moved back a little.
“Oh, I am fine” he said and continued, “I believe it’s going to rain.”
She said: “I believe you are right.”
“Well, have a great day.” He said, slinking away. “I have to go on now before I get caught in the rain.”
She laughed weakly to herself. She knew he was trying to avoid her. Her mom wasn’t happy when she had found the note that she had left accidently on her bedding asking him if he would he like to out to lunch with her. She didn’t approve of her daughter’s interest in the male. Yet she fought for him all the same, and there he was, just moving along as though she wasn’t speaking. She was unaware that the whole time he’d been taking in her fragrance. Eric noted that she smelled faintly of chamomile and cinnamon.
“No, you cannot do this!”He warned himself. “Remember the last time, no I will not be influenced”.
As a last effort she called out ,”Hey, I still love you!“.
He started to say something, but decided he best just keep moving along.
“ Hey, did you hear me!” she continued. “I know you care! Why are you afraid?”
He stopped, looked back and said, “I am not ready to bury another.” He said, and seeing the alertness in her eyes, continued, “ Emotionally. I can’t indulge it. The taste has not left my soul of the last love.”
Love she thought, he’s only 16, what love? They were both wet behind the ears. Her mother had said so over and over again.

“Not this time.” She promised. “I will not leave you, please come back”.
Yet still he refused, saying, “I must continue, I have errands to run.”
She started to cry, He doesn’t care, she thought. However, without her noticing, Eric had come back another direction. She smelled that fragrance he always wore. She looked about, and spotted him coming around the corner.
“What are you doing?”
He touched her cheek. “I love you too.” He confessed. “But I don’t want to be with someone again just to lose them.”
“ I won’t leave you.” She said. “I am here to stay.”
“But what if they throw that poisonous stuff on you again, because you are with me?”
She thought, Love isn’t without regret, and said, ” I will not care as long as I have you.”
He asked her of her certainty and she replied, “They can do whatever they desire. I don’t care as long as we are together.’
And as he was about to reply, the back door opened, and a toxic substance came pouring down on both of them. She slowing looked his way, with shock.
Eric desired to save her, but he himself was as close to death’s door as she. And as destiny had brought them together, death sealed their overlapping fates. Together they melted away.
. . .
“Mom”, called out Timmy. “ Why are you doing that?”
“Those are vermin.” The mother replied. “We don’t allow them to hang around our porches.”
The young boy frowned in disappointed as the little creatures wasted away under the grains of salt his mother had dosed them in. “Oh mom, they were not bothering anything.” He said. “They were only snails. They couldn’t hurt a soul.”

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.10.2011

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