The Blanket
Maki was not like the others. One could easily see she wasn't either, but that's the point exactly, isn't it. They snapped together like they were factory-made.
They met quite by accident, as everyone meets of course since how could you plan to meet someone you don't know? Or at least know of. What particular conjunction of universe-circumstances made her walk down that alley the one day she'll never know, one should not think too much about such things in any case. Liable to bust one's last neuron on that, one is. But she'd walked down the alley nonetheless, trailing the universe-circumstances like a rainbow kite, the very alley where the bad thing had happened on Tuesday.
She'd walked in not just a little afraid, and there Maki was, asleep in the aforementioned torn blanket. There was a sense of recognition for her, almost like she was seeing herself sleeping there. Figuratively speaking of course, the regular species differences notwithstanding. Maki felt it too, because even though she'd walked oh-so-quiet the way no one ever heard her, Maki had opened her eyes and fixed them on her. They stood locked like that for what must have been at least one and a half minutes. If one is trying to be precise, which one often is. The bad thing on Tuesday had been forgotten with all the rest, and all she had been able to think was what a crying shame it was that Maki's blanket was torn. Not that she knew her name was Maki then, but nonetheless. Suddenly it was the saddest thing ever about the blanket, a tragedy of the highest degree. Sometimes one feels things like that, out of proportion but really focused in on how things really are. Well, she had told Maki she would fix her blanket and Maki had agreed. Maki did love that blanket and had gone to great trouble to get it—in fact, the tear was a result of the getting.
So that had been the first time they met. After she had sewn up the torn bits and decorated them with some embroidered suns and moons and a pig even (which seemed to make Maki very happy), Maki had taken back her blanket and they had parted ways. It was at least a year before they saw each other again, but one can't say that they didn't know each other already, because they did.
They met quite by accident, as everyone meets of course since how could you plan to meet someone you don't know? Or at least know of. What particular conjunction of universe-circumstances made her walk down that alley the one day she'll never know, one should not think too much about such things in any case. Liable to bust one's last neuron on that, one is. But she'd walked down the alley nonetheless, trailing the universe-circumstances like a rainbow kite, the very alley where the bad thing had happened on Tuesday.
She'd walked in not just a little afraid, and there Maki was, asleep in the aforementioned torn blanket. There was a sense of recognition for her, almost like she was seeing herself sleeping there. Figuratively speaking of course, the regular species differences notwithstanding. Maki felt it too, because even though she'd walked oh-so-quiet the way no one ever heard her, Maki had opened her eyes and fixed them on her. They stood locked like that for what must have been at least one and a half minutes. If one is trying to be precise, which one often is. The bad thing on Tuesday had been forgotten with all the rest, and all she had been able to think was what a crying shame it was that Maki's blanket was torn. Not that she knew her name was Maki then, but nonetheless. Suddenly it was the saddest thing ever about the blanket, a tragedy of the highest degree. Sometimes one feels things like that, out of proportion but really focused in on how things really are. Well, she had told Maki she would fix her blanket and Maki had agreed. Maki did love that blanket and had gone to great trouble to get it—in fact, the tear was a result of the getting.
So that had been the first time they met. After she had sewn up the torn bits and decorated them with some embroidered suns and moons and a pig even (which seemed to make Maki very happy), Maki had taken back her blanket and they had parted ways. It was at least a year before they saw each other again, but one can't say that they didn't know each other already, because they did.
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