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Default   #10   sylvanSpider sylvanSpider is offline
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Anuli could see that she was making the boy uncomfortable, which was never her intention. The habit of trying to figure others out started when she was little, and it was something her mother told her to never let go of. It was always better to prepare yourself by recognizing a shitty person than not. Most, however, didn't recognize the process like this boy seemed to. So, she cleared her throat, and holding her hand out to shake, she offered a smile and said, "Name's Anuli. I'm new to town - I'm signed up for classes this next semester at the college. What's your name?"

"Compassion?" Anuli asked, raising an eyebrow, "In big business? You won't find any there. Big business is all about the profit - how much they can make. That's why there's such a huge gap between the wealthy and the poor." Her eyes glanced down momentarily at the pocket he'd just hidden the crystal in before going back up to his eyes, "So what's that crystal supposed to do?" Her tone wasn't accusatory. If anything, it was the opposite, being full of genuine curiosity.
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
Old Posted 07-01-2018, 04:16 PM Reply With Quote