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[mrlich]

from shellefly's journal:

Describe in the comments an original fictional character based on me.
If you do this, I will respond with the description of an original fictional character based on you.
If I don't know you well, I'll just make something up and hope it pleases. :)

My resonse was:

Just a quick one. I know that you said that the fictionalization thing is done, but I wanted to do something to help 'de-funk' you with the whole x-mas thing.

Here's to you kiddo:

Patch smiled. She did that to him every time he saw her. It doesn’t sound like much, but there are few people that were or are harder to please. Her childlike enthusiasm was just to much for his bitter heart – even if she was currently breaking it.

She had seen a young boy hand a girl a long stemmed rose. It had been cut cleanly and wrapped with baby’s breath – a touching moment to say the least.

“But… it’s going to die and wither and crumble and blow away!” Her speech was rapid and hard to follow for most folks, but he knew the secret. He knew how to keep up with her. She was every bit like a roller coaster ride. You can’t control the direction or the speed or the destination. You just throw your hands in the air and let it take you where it wants to go. You’ll enjoy the ride.

The worst thing about this was that she was right. It would die and wither and crumble. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t blow away, but she was right. It was the natural way of things, but it still stunk. He realized that it was something that he really liked about her. She felt things differently than other people. It was most definitely not a wrong way to feel about things – just more intense than most people. In that brief moment most people would have only felt something in passing – a sensation easily shrugged off. But her? She was experiencing the entire spectrum of the creation and life and death of a living thing.

“Maybe I should make it live forever and change colors when sunlight hits it and glow in the dark and butterflies! I could show it to some butterflies and I’m sure that they would love it and nurture it and…”

The big man smiled again and scooped the little lady up and put her on his right shoulder. “You could do that. I’m certain. Or we could go and get some ice cream.”

“ICE CREAM!!” Her squeal of joy was heavenly. “I’m going to get butterscotch and chocolate and mint and….”

Maybe you can’t control where the roller coaster goes. Is that such a bad thing?


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