Self is a flower

Self is a flower

Friday, 14 November 2014

Who? The fox!

Hello dear brothers and sisters,

I want to introduce Lisalone to you now for the first time, with a short piece of text.
She is the main character in my novel 'Lisalone on the blue planet.'






Two strange looking girls, both very pale are standing before Lisalone.
> If there is one creature on this globe having a special connection to you, it's the fox!
My name is Eleonora actually. <  one of them said.
 Who? The fox?
Maybe she listened to PJ Harvey's Who the fuck a little too often yesterday evening, Lisalone thinks.

> And that's my twin-ghost Aronoele. We know it's annoying for you that we are some kind of girls, Lisalone. We know you prefer to be on your own but the fox fits perfectly to you. He's quiet and a very sensual type. His orange was so vibrant once that the squirls were jealous on it. He knew he was ment for you Lisalone. But things go terribly wrong these days. I'm sorry to say this, but your fox, he's ill. There are many other problems to be solved but first, dear Lisa, you have to fix the fox!<

Aronoele just nods. >Yes, please fix your fox yourself Lisalone<
There Lisalone stands besides the willowtree, all alone again. Perfectly one and alone.
The only thing she has to find out now, is where that soft foxy crying is coming from.
She does not know why, but she really feels like nursing this poor little creature.
Can it be that the fox is inside of the willowtree?  
Turning around the tree she finds an opening, looking like a gate in the shape of her own tiny body.

Inside it's all blue light. There in the middle he lies, a miserably pale looking fox, lying around a small light giving globe. A diamond, enchanting like the earth.

 





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