Ribbon Me a Fly
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“Well boy, what would you like to become when you grow up?”
“I don’t really know, Sir.”
“Come on, child, what would you like to do?”
“I would like to eat, Sir.”
“My dear boy, I don’t mean that in a literal sense. What I mean here is this: what are your aims in life? What do you dream of?”
“I dream of islands, Sir and of oceans with gushing waters, of mountains with stark peaks and of acres and acres of beautiful greenery.”
“Come now, son, don’t joke around with me. Let me rephrase my query; what do you like?”
“I like ribbons, Sir.”
“Eh?”
“Ribbons, Sir. They are strands of silk, cotton or maybe other material kind of sewn together. They come in a variety of colours. Girls sometimes tie ribbons to their hair, Sir.”
“I know what a ribbon is, Kyuhyun!”
“That’s wonderful, Sir! Do you like ribbons as well?”
“Get out, boy! Stand out. I don’t want to see your face in my class today! And report for detention as well. Your cheek is going out of limits. Get out!”
Foreword
Entry for The Sky Is The Limit - Writing Contest [Round 2: Subround 1]
Prompt No 10: Perhaps it's true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burnt house--the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture--must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become bleached bones of a story.
-- 'The God of Small Things' by Arundhati Roy
A/N: Damn, I seem to be writing a lot of Kyuhyun nowadays. That man is an amazing character to play around with.
Have fun reading it! Do you see the absolutely amazing poster up there by the way? And the ravishing background? I got it done at G-way Graphics, an absolutely wonderful poster shop! The owner is so so talented! I think the poster says it all! Go there now and get one too!
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