A longing for something different

For the more than this competition.

When I was a child we couldn't have been closer but time forces people apart, circumstances change, people change and boredom can be one of the worst forces for change there is.


1. Prolouge- Alice

Pictures of her when she was nine never show her being still- she walks, jumps, splashes, hops, skips, wades and falls over. In a row of solemn school photographs, of pretty blue eyed girls with perfectly arranged blonde hair, hers leaps out- darting eyes the colour of untamed grass focus defiantly out of the window and nobody has even attempted to arrange the chewed end of her messy plait so it disguises the huge fresh red paint splatters that decorate her jumper. In every photograph she is beaming to reveal crooked, broken teeth; a world away from a Hollywood smile the bottom of her front teeth had been chipped countless times: free wheeling down one of the steepest hills in Britain, attempting a new daring jump on her skateboard, trying to do a figure of eight the first time she went ice skating.


In my favourite photographs she is laughing so hard that her mouth is completely open and her numerous fillings glint in the sun. Her tongue was like half a bar magnet- it was either bright blue or red depending on how many days has passed since she had over indulged in sour sweets. She described the sensation of eating one as like letting a firework off in her mouth. Something sickly sweet was constantly in her mouth; even though she was warned countless times about the chocking hazard. On the rare occasions when she allowed anyone to hug her they were almost overpowered by the scent of bubble gum and fresh grass. It was an immense constant challenge to transform the nest of stunted branches that perched on top of her head into a knot of glossy snakes.



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