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Daily 30th March
Grace brandished her penknife and set to work on her latest puppet for Oliver and Lucy. Flakes of wood spiralled gracefully to the floor as she whittled a delicate mouth and big watery eyes. Her hair fell in curls around her pale skin, brushing the wood gently.
Grace always hated it when the puppet shows were over, and they were left hanging from the stage, their heads drooping, their clothes sagging. She had felt a connection with them since she started working with wood, and her heart was shattered every time one of them broke or splintered. It was like part of her had been ripped away. But when she created new ones, it was as if they gave her new life, and she would begin again, another chance, a new life. And life would radiate inside Grace as she watched the show unfold. Pride would tingle inside her and she would be whole once more.
The sun set over the rugged cliffs, sending streaks of red and pink over the sea of dusky grasses. The end of another show. Oliver and Lucy filed out, beaming. Grace ambled to the stage and fondled one of the puppets. The moment she stroked its smooth head, a whirl of pale brown swirled inside her and a heart-wrenching pain filled her mind.
This puppet was a broken one, and Grace realised her superpower. She could feel the puppet’s emotions, their pain, their happiness. And she realised what they went through. Spots clouded her vision.
Why?
Grace brandished her penknife and set to work on her latest puppet for Oliver and Lucy. Flakes of wood spiralled gracefully to the floor as she whittled a delicate mouth and big watery eyes. Her hair fell in curls around her pale skin, brushing the wood gently.
Grace always hated it when the puppet shows were over, and they were left hanging from the stage, their heads drooping, their clothes sagging. She had felt a connection with them since she started working with wood, and her heart was shattered every time one of them broke or splintered. It was like part of her had been ripped away. But when she created new ones, it was as if they gave her new life, and she would begin again, another chance, a new life. And life would radiate inside Grace as she watched the show unfold. Pride would tingle inside her and she would be whole once more.
The sun set over the rugged cliffs, sending streaks of red and pink over the sea of dusky grasses. The end of another show. Oliver and Lucy filed out, beaming. Grace ambled to the stage and fondled one of the puppets. The moment she stroked its smooth head, a whirl of pale brown swirled inside her and a heart-wrenching pain filled her mind.
This puppet was a broken one, and Grace realised her superpower. She could feel the puppet’s emotions, their pain, their happiness. And she realised what they went through. Spots clouded her vision.
Why?