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Give Me Your Walls

Opal stared out the window of her bedroom and imagined the world beyond, the lives and adventures of the people she saw walking through the courtyard as well as people in other cities, states, and even other countries. She fantasized about having their freedom to do anything; not just adventures like skydiving or hiking through the mountains, but the simple freedom to walk through a park and pick flowers, or sing along with a song on the radio. She maneuvered her wheelchair to the kitchen where her mother was preparing her lunch and sat obediently; even if she could speak she wouldn’t utter a peep, “Children were meant to be seen and not heard” her mother always told her, praising her disability as a blessing. She stared out the window of the dining room, seeing a boy her age chasing dragonflies she secretly wondered if her mother wasn’t always honest with her, if she could talk or maybe even walk through a park picking flowers.

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One thought on “Give Me Your Walls

  1. Moody Paper on said:

    You must always trust the joy of a boy chasing dragonflies, but you can’t always trust your mother.

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