The Galaxies Within

t w e l v e

Gary Charles

was Mr Clarke's best friend.

Emily had met him

even before she met her very

own father.

And Gary Charles

was the saddest man in the

city when he had to refuse

Emily a job at his little

diner right in the heart of the city.

It was a famous place.

The best of its kind to its

crowds of regular visitors.

They had several cuisines,

from all around the world.

But too bad for Emily,

there wasn't a single spot

left for a new employee.

Gary tried.

He tried in the cashier department.

No luck. 

He tried in the serving department.

No luck again.

There was

room however

in the cleaning department.

But Gary gave a firm shake of his head,

when Emily requested even just that.

Gary said he couldn't do it.

The Clarke family were living

considerably fine until

their roads came crashing down

when Reece Clarke

was diagnosed with cancer.

Such a turbulent play of fate.

But Gary wouldn't see

the daughter of his best friend

play the role of a cleaner.

It would hurt Reece.

Gary knew.

Reece wanted to see her become

someone great.

Gary could never do that to him.

And so when on

that beautiful, sunny

morning when Emily

marched up to the

immaculate diner,

looking like a square peg in the round hole

that was the frightfully crowded city pavement,

with an enormous bag of art supplies

and an even bigger heart of

passion and faith,

innocently asking for the

fourth wall of

Gary's diner

that faced the oncoming

wild cries of the cars and horns,

and should we mention,

high tides of hungry people,

Gary couldn't refuse.

Because he knew

all too well that

whatever this young girl

who was so much as his own

daughter to him

was capable of

weaving up

the most priceless of things

with nothing

but a blank white wall,

and a body full of the

glittery,

illuminant

galaxies.

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