Post by account_disabled on Dec 12, 2023 0:55:01 GMT -5
Dear Mum and Dad, when you read this letter I will already be far away, but you don't have to worry about me! I'm going to a place where my synesthesia can find an acceptance that they wouldn't have here. Chérie will come with me, I can't think of moving without her. I can't get anything done at Albion and in London I'm always alone and have no one to talk to. Where I'm going to live there is someone who can make me discover worlds that you don't even imagine. Because out there, even if you don't believe it, there are many universes to visit, distant lands ignored, a fantastic reality that hides right under our noses.
No, I'm not dreaming mom. And, no, I'm not crazy, dad. I love you and will always think of you. Yours, Francine. PS: don't call the police! He wouldn't be able to find me anyway. Yes, okay, Francine told herself. After all, the little girl thought, there was no painless way to tell her parents that their eleven-year-old daughter was leaving forever. He lay down on the Phone Number Data bed and waited for the clock to strike one. To keep herself awake she began to read a few pages, then, when it was a few minutes before time The cat opened her eyes, yawned, stretched and observed her owner with a curious look. The little girl caressed her, whispered something to reassure her and gave her some morsels of meat that she had saved.
Now be a good girl, Chérie,” she whispered, closing the basket. “We have to go out quietly.” Francine opened the bedroom door ajar, checked that no one had woken up and left. She closed the door and tiptoed towards her parents' room. Her father's faint snores reached her ears and a feeling of longing for her enveloped her for a moment and then disappeared. Careful not to make any noise, Francine opened the front door and went out into the street. Borough High Street was empty and dark. The light from the street lamps came down to make the night even more opalescent. The little girl took courage and set off. It was a long way to Hampstead Heath.
No, I'm not dreaming mom. And, no, I'm not crazy, dad. I love you and will always think of you. Yours, Francine. PS: don't call the police! He wouldn't be able to find me anyway. Yes, okay, Francine told herself. After all, the little girl thought, there was no painless way to tell her parents that their eleven-year-old daughter was leaving forever. He lay down on the Phone Number Data bed and waited for the clock to strike one. To keep herself awake she began to read a few pages, then, when it was a few minutes before time The cat opened her eyes, yawned, stretched and observed her owner with a curious look. The little girl caressed her, whispered something to reassure her and gave her some morsels of meat that she had saved.
Now be a good girl, Chérie,” she whispered, closing the basket. “We have to go out quietly.” Francine opened the bedroom door ajar, checked that no one had woken up and left. She closed the door and tiptoed towards her parents' room. Her father's faint snores reached her ears and a feeling of longing for her enveloped her for a moment and then disappeared. Careful not to make any noise, Francine opened the front door and went out into the street. Borough High Street was empty and dark. The light from the street lamps came down to make the night even more opalescent. The little girl took courage and set off. It was a long way to Hampstead Heath.