Seven & Worm

 eyes the colour of the first spring crocus
eyes the colour of the first spring crocus

Life for Seven had never been easy. With her yellow hair, eyes the colour of the first spring crocus, she found being obstreperous the only way to survive uninvited advances

She shared with Worm, the same dysphemistic view of the world. 

They met in the park, each going to sit at the same bench at the same time. Simultaneously, they said “Hello!,” then giggled. Twin daughters of different mothers, they would entwine arms daring the world to separate them.

Worm and Seven were also the odd couple. Seven was dry; no emollient could smooth her elephantine skin. Worm was damp; no amount of baby powder could suck up the drops that spin away from her as she moved.

Both had valves that needed to let off steam. What better way than to play victim and villain. Once a crowd gathered at the scene either videoing for YouTube or calling 911, they ran away laughing.

They were true wild childs. At 10, life had already taught them too many lessons.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #56

{One of the rare times I managed to work in all the words. Aiming for flash fiction, but fell long @ 169! Sigh.}

@Phylor 2015

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