Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Nice opening. Draws interest and intrigue.

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Interesting segregation symbol ...=@=... Unique and one which you should use as your own trade mark. I just use a series of seven Astrix *******. Got the idea from the book I read years ago.

Davide Castel Davide Castel
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perhaps...what it is (h)e's saying...

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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try simplifying with ..."The boy seems to bear bad news but the girl is fine." (delete "the boy seems to be holding something in) (just my own opinion

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Interesting segregation symbol ...=@=... Unique and one which you should use as your own trade mark. I just use a series of seven Astrix *******. Got the idea from the book I read years ago.

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She had a friend.

Its strange. I haven’t seen him for a while. I feel like he’s forgotten me. Perhaps he doesn't need me anymore. Perhaps they don’t need me anymore. I miss them. They used to come to me with their problems. Every Thursday they would visit me, talk about their lives, their problems, rant about others, emotions, really anything. Near me, anything could be said with no repercussions. No filters were needed. I was used for the simple purpose of release. I connected them to each other, brother and sister. I gave them a place to talk. I gave them a moment of clarity. They need clarity. 1 comment


Clarity from the fog that’s surrounding their heads in this desolate mind numbing institute called High School. A place of education. A place of drama. A place for friends and enemies to collect together and leave behind a trail of tears as they progress through their young developing lives. Simply getting the taste of freedom and slowly edging their way down the slope into the vast pit of adulthood. Some go crashing down into the darkness of the unknown while some slowly descend. The pace of these two seems to vary between each visit.


I live not too far from their school. I wait for them, allow them to try and escape this transition into adulthood for a little while. I provide a place for them to relax and figure out their lives. Allow them to brainstorm and process the events they participate in. Allow them to speak freely in a calm setting where their words won’t be judged. I provide this secluded space to them as a service. It keeps them somewhat sane and it brings pleasure to me that I am able to help.


They talk of everything. From thoughts of current and past relationships, to rants about life itself. All that goes wrong is shared in my space. All that goes right. All that could happen. All that never happened. Its all spilled out here for me to hear. I’m a silent listener. I never say anything back. I never betray them or spread their secrets. We hold an unofficial contract. I may listen as long as I never repeat anything I hear. Somewhat of a similar contract these two hold with each other. They care for each other. There is no romance between them, no drama, just a simple acceptance of each other. A simple sibling love. They look nothing like each other but they act as if they were brother and sister. That must be what they are.


I wonder if they acknowledge my existence. They never talk to me directly. I understand I am shy, but perhaps I hide too well. Its not like I stalk them. I just simply observe them in my home. They come to visit me, and never seem to mind my presence. They must know I’m there.


But I haven’t seen them for a while. The weather has gotten warm and perhaps it keeps them from here. Yet of course the school nearby seems to hold little activity during these months. Has it shut down? It couldn't have. These children need their source of education. Sure many other problems arise with the institute but education is key to help them move forward. Why would it be shut down?


Perhaps I’ll wait.


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It appears activity at the school has picked up again, the days are beginning to last for a shorter time, the temperature is beginning to cool. I wonder why this changes with the seasons. Wait. There he is again! And her as well! Oh I am glad to see them again. I'm curious as to what brings them here today. The girl seems to be fine yet this boy, he seems to bear bad news. Quietly. Slowly. He begins to speak. I can not hear him yet the tone of his voice seems to be grim. He talks and the girl seems to deny what it is he’s saying. She refuses to hear it. But he is persistent. It must be important. 2 comments


She stops, all emotion draining from her face, she must finally have accepted his words. She sits there and he goes over to her. She doesn't acknowledge anything anymore. Shes digesting whatever it is he told her. He goes over to her to comfort her. Wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. I wonder what it could have been. What could have been said that changes emotion so quickly? News of a death? News of pain? There's no way for me to tell. The wind around us prevents me from hearing. A shame. I cant speak. I can’t ask. I can’t help comfort her. I wish I could. 1 comment


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We've grown together. The Boy, The Girl, and I. They are my friends. My visitors. They entertain me and I comfort them. I’m not sure how, I mean I cannot hug them. I cannot talk to them. I’m hidden. If only there were some way I could reach out to them. But of course why should I try and change things? Everything has worked out so well so far. Why push for change? I guess I’ll just stay here. It’s not like I can move. For I'm simply a bridge.


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