Golden Hair

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Chapter 8: Golden Hair

            It was dark outside already and I was quickly becoming dissatisfied with reality. Why stay when you could live so much happier high? I never understood why nobody else got that. I put another tab on my tongue and flipped through a book of some of the greatest artists in history that Jenny got me for my tenth birthday, when I first had shown an interest in art.  On the inside cover she had inscribed: Dear Roger (that being what I was called at the time) I hope you will take this book with you on your life journey and never forget all the fun times we have had together. I know one day you’ll be really famous. Love always, Jenny

It was crudely written in blue ink, but every time I looked at it, it made me smile. I flipped through the pages of the book looking at all the pictures. . I pulled out a lined page that had been neatly folded in the back of the book. I played with it in my fingers before putting it back.

            The sweet sound of singing from outside filled the air. A girl from the flat across from mine sat by her open window, brushing her hair luscious blonde hair. She sung sweet lullabies as her hair blew in the wind. I closed my book and poked my head out the window. Light from a passing car made her hair look like dancing fire. I left my room to go down to the street. I stood on the street looking up at the girl.

“Rapunzel, won’t you let down your hair?” I called up to the window.

“Who are you?” she smiled as she looked down from her window.

“Syd. I live in the flat across the street. I heard you singing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. It was beautiful. May I come up?” I asked.

“No.”

“Will you come down, then, my love?” She thought carefully for a moment.

“Just give me a minute.”

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