3/8/2018 0 Comments P!nky swear(Story) Once... Once upon a time there were two hands. Instantly soul mates they helped one and then the other, chop themselves off from the rest of their bodies. Running away together pinkies interlocked tight, their anatomy yelled, “You won’t survive.” Forest dark and dreary, pointing finger and middle pattered in. A courage most commendable, spirited from within. They took turns leading the way. Jeweled poisonous vipers bit one down. The other lifted its half with gusto to then run. Squeezing out the venom clean once clear from the shiny serpent’s sights. They resting from the attack they had left behind. Settling to the darkness, creepers silently coiled around the runner, who bruised and bled from the thorny killers. Luckily, its bonded partner grew nails sharp as a sword. Swinging back and forth it clipped and cut the tight vines right off. They spun and swung eventually falling into a horrendously violent river. Waves thick as mud caved to swallow them whole. Beginning to doubt, they sank wondering if it is worth it all. But pinkies never letting go, their strong thumbs anchored them through. Hooking into the sand they clawed until eventually reaching the dry shore. Tired and tested, a final challenge stood at both tips. A forked road to a promised paradise. One long and guaranteed; the other short and satisfying. Was this a trick within a riddle? Was this a test of their truths? Divided by choice, they tied a string to each pinky. Trying to outwit the moon. “Make sure to tug to let me know that you are ok.” they signed. Far and yet close, still together in each step. One went on and the other went another. A tug on the first night. Two on the second. By the third the string was caught in a pull. It remained strained. So much so it hurt to take another pace, both feared it may break. Steps further were impossible to make. So one tied it to a tree, fell to its knees for forgiveness before moving on. The other waited in sickness, suffocating on the grip of a string now held by a bark. Neither of them sorry for the stories they had made. Each one glad with the memories of a soul mate they once met. “Happily ever after is the journey you take.” Said the moon. “Happily ever after is in the decisions you make.”
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