I stared at her from across the table, lying crisscross among a pile of green, purple, and yellow women. It was love at first sight, but she did not know that I even existed.
Her name was Tickle Me Pink—at least, that was what it read on her label. She was slender, her sides ceaseless, and her tip never used. Despite all of her perfections, she looked lonely amongst her friends. Tropical Rain Forest, the foreign exchange student from the other box, was no help, for she was only concerned with nature, for I heard Tropical Rain Forest tell her a few days prior, “We’re gonna die anyway, so I have no need for friends.”
Just like any of us, Tickle Me Pink hated being in the box, trapped in her small corner, upright, where she remained still for …show more content…
In fact, Shadow stayed in the farthest corner, where the walls suffered from impact after impact, and the corners became faded. His expression almost communicated to me: is this really worth almost killing myself over?
“You know, I’m just doing this because we’re friends and because I have nothing better to do than to lie here, waiting to die or to be put back into the box.”
Shadow rolled gingerly to the other side so as not to add suspicion to The Spreader’s fury. I watched him from behind the box, trying not to get anxious.
The Spreader laughed menacingly as she drew without a pattern, spreading the wax thin beyond the black and angular lines as though she was enjoying the pain that the color endured. When she was finished, she raced to the refrigerator where she pinned her artistic murder on its white face.
The Spreader spotted Shadow above where her page used to lay. Her smile twisted and grew dangerously wild, as though it was all a joke. She moved her hand toward him. “I haven’t seen you before,” she …show more content…
He just lied still on the table, the only thing that he could do when she was watching him. The Spreader grabbed Shadow in one fell swoop. I watched in raw horror.
I rolled with vicious force, building momentum, across the table and then over the lines on the page. The Spreader froze and looked down on the page at me. She rubbed her hand against my body.
“How did you get here?” She looked at me with her dark eyes then to the piles of the other colors, while she held Shadow in her other hand. “Do you want me to color with you?”
She pressed me against the page on the edge of one of the lines and Shadow on another.
“This is it,” I cried.
Shadow just stared off to the side, probably not wanting to show his sadness. Any minute he would become dull and broken and join the colony of the Unspeakables, who were set aside from the rest in their plastic department in darkness. I would do the same. At least, I wouldn’t be going there alone.
These will be my last moments of normality, I thought.
But there in those last moments, I heard a light roll approaching. From the corner of my eye, I could see a shade of pink. The Spreader loosen her grip, slipping through her sweaty hands. We seesawed on the middle of the
Her name was Tickle Me Pink—at least, that was what it read on her label. She was slender, her sides ceaseless, and her tip never used. Despite all of her perfections, she looked lonely amongst her friends. Tropical Rain Forest, the foreign exchange student from the other box, was no help, for she was only concerned with nature, for I heard Tropical Rain Forest tell her a few days prior, “We’re gonna die anyway, so I have no need for friends.”
Just like any of us, Tickle Me Pink hated being in the box, trapped in her small corner, upright, where she remained still for …show more content…
In fact, Shadow stayed in the farthest corner, where the walls suffered from impact after impact, and the corners became faded. His expression almost communicated to me: is this really worth almost killing myself over?
“You know, I’m just doing this because we’re friends and because I have nothing better to do than to lie here, waiting to die or to be put back into the box.”
Shadow rolled gingerly to the other side so as not to add suspicion to The Spreader’s fury. I watched him from behind the box, trying not to get anxious.
The Spreader laughed menacingly as she drew without a pattern, spreading the wax thin beyond the black and angular lines as though she was enjoying the pain that the color endured. When she was finished, she raced to the refrigerator where she pinned her artistic murder on its white face.
The Spreader spotted Shadow above where her page used to lay. Her smile twisted and grew dangerously wild, as though it was all a joke. She moved her hand toward him. “I haven’t seen you before,” she …show more content…
He just lied still on the table, the only thing that he could do when she was watching him. The Spreader grabbed Shadow in one fell swoop. I watched in raw horror.
I rolled with vicious force, building momentum, across the table and then over the lines on the page. The Spreader froze and looked down on the page at me. She rubbed her hand against my body.
“How did you get here?” She looked at me with her dark eyes then to the piles of the other colors, while she held Shadow in her other hand. “Do you want me to color with you?”
She pressed me against the page on the edge of one of the lines and Shadow on another.
“This is it,” I cried.
Shadow just stared off to the side, probably not wanting to show his sadness. Any minute he would become dull and broken and join the colony of the Unspeakables, who were set aside from the rest in their plastic department in darkness. I would do the same. At least, I wouldn’t be going there alone.
These will be my last moments of normality, I thought.
But there in those last moments, I heard a light roll approaching. From the corner of my eye, I could see a shade of pink. The Spreader loosen her grip, slipping through her sweaty hands. We seesawed on the middle of the