I wrote this in the creative writing group I love being in:
“There’s a right way, you know!” She tossed her head, then looked away.
“How do you know?”
“What? What kind of stupid question is that?” She huffed.
“There are many ways. Perhaps all of them are right.”
“Who the fuck are you anyway?” She began muttering beneath her breath as she folded her arms and repeatedly tapped one finger just above her elbow.
“I’m part of you,” the voice was slow, calm.
“Ha. You are not. I can see you! You’re outside of me!” And she stared hard at the strange shape. “In fact, how are you even talking to me? Where did you come from?” She looked now with curiosity at the small pink pyramid.
The object sat heavily, its short legs sticking out in front and clasped its hands together. “Do you know, I don’t know!” It laughed and two small circles of blush appeared beneath its eyes, either side of its tiny snub nose. It put a finger to its lips, “hmmm. I’ve been here as long as I can remember…”
“Here? In this room?” Her gaze was piercing.
“No. No. Inside you. I don’t know how I got out of you.”
The girl sat down too. She frowned and stared. “What’s your name?” She asked.
“Like a Dwarf?”
“Oh no. That’s not right.” She shook her head.
They sat in silence for a while. Happy took long, deep breaths and smiled a small smile as it did so. Soon the girl’s breathing began to match Happy’s.
“Who were you talking to about a right way?” Asked Happy.
The girl started with surprise. “No-one. I was annoyed at someone. They were mean. Rigid. Unforgiving. Conservative.”
“There is a right way,” Happy smiled.
“But weren’t you implying there isn’t?”
“It depends, doesn’t it? On how you’re feeling. When you feel flustered it’s hard to find the right way in the moment. But when you’re happy, relaxed, it’s easier.”
“I guess so.” The girl took a deep breath. And then another.
“But sometimes I want to take the wrong way on purpose. I want to say hurtful things. But I don’t.”
“Just out loud to yourself.”
“Letting it out in safe ways.”
They breathed together in time.
“I hate not having the time to be me. That makes it hard to see the right ways.”
“Yes, I see.” Happy nodded.
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