Excerpt from “Tiffany’s Wish” by Katalyn Louis Parks
Loading ...Time seemed to stop. It did that a lot now a days. Now Tiffany’s thoughts had turned to dust she had no will to do anything more than what she felt she had to. And time stopped for her to catch up. As she sat in the centre of her room, she breathed heavily and longed to catch up with the world. Longed for her breath to catch and for the world to invite her aboard, but she knew it was too late for her now. The only thing she could do was to do what God had wanted. She opened her eyes. She reached down for the knife, waiting for the spirit of inspiration to haunt her. A whirl of silence surrounded her, although the traffic from outside was becoming more and more audible. She waited. Waited some more, but nothing came. The emptiness of her room was taunting. Images from the outside world slowly crept back into her life and teased her, breathing fresh air into her lungs and a breeze through her long, matted hair. She knew it had been too long, but the call of warmth was far too tempting to pass. Didn’t anyone else know the suffering of some people? People in the cold. Some strange persons, of whom Tiffany would not name, would willing go out into the cold, while some people less fortunate than them would long for the warmth they apathetically discarded behind them.
The knife glistened. It smiled at her, and she smiled back. She didn’t need them because she had a new friend. And as Shakespeare said: “My only love” - pain “sprung from my only hate” - loneliness. And she wanted to introduce her new friend to those who used to mean so much to her.
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