During this time, I am reunited with my childhood friend.
One that I haven't played with in a while. We used to put on award winning shows together using nothing but our tiny little hands. We'd make all sorts of weird shapes with our thin fingers, like a rabbit, a stupid portrayal of a snake, an even more stupid portrayal of a dog or a bird with four wings that sometimes turns into a butterfly.
I wonder if she still remembers me? And everything that we've done?
Now that I look at it, she seems to have grown a bit bigger.
When she wasn't around, where would she go off to?
Or maybe she never left, maybe she's always been there. Looking after me.
When I started to grow up, did she grow up to?
Did she witness and experience everything I've been through?
Was she able to feel the same emotions I did?
All the love? The fear? How about the hate? And the happiness?
Has she always been there?
I was too caught up doing other things, that I didn't even realise that she was still there, waiting for me.
If I hadn't lit up that candle, I wouldn't have been able to see her.
As I sit on the cold, concrete floor, I stare at the dark, faceless figure in front of me.
My other half, my first friend, my shadow.
That feeling of nostalgia hit me again, I want to cry.
I like to believe that I had a happy childhood.
I might not have lived in a big city, sorrunded by bright and colorful fluorescents, but I lived in a place sorrunded by nature and the stars, where the grass was greener, the oceans were bluer, the air was fresher, and the atmosphere was calmer.
We depended on florescent lights quite often too, but we the elderly still prefered the candle light, I did too. Mostly because, I could see my shadow.
I knew I was probably a little too old to be playing with shadow puppets. But, just this once, I want to relive what it was like to be a child.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU... THE FOUR WINGED BIRD!!!" I said in my weird announcer voice with a British accent.
After a while of playing with my shadow, I remembered "CRAP! I HAVE HOMEWORK TO DO!" and instantly got annoyed.
Tomorrow was Monday. I am so screwed.
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Blackout
Historia CortaAmidst a power interruption, Haruna, a young girl bored out of her mind discovers an old relic from her childhood and memories of her past in a short period.