"why can't everything last forever," tini said to the dim lighting and emptiness of the old smelly
trash can. crying into her tiny porcelain hands which were as dirty as everything else, sitting in
the now cracked door of her now broken clock, her body as cracked as the door she sat near, her
hair as tangled as the ball of hair next to her. She snaps, the tears pouring out like water falls to then
drip through the cracks in her hands, the twinkle in her eyes once filled with happiness now replaced
with confusion and sorrow.
" its okay"she hears from a small figure slowly opening the lid of the trash can.
tini stares as the small figure hops in, landing with the grace of a professional ballerina like herself.
she stares as the other figure slowly advancing her messy auburn hair put into two separate
ponytails bobbing up and down, her grey eyes shining yet they are in the dark depths of the trash
can. as tini stares the shine in her eyes reappears for just a second her heart skipping a single
beat.
"my names Cora, what's yours"the figure said.
say something I think to myself. "my names tini" she replied
"so, Tini, you gonna sit here and rot like your clock or are you going to come with me" she said a
smile spreading across her face. "I want to say no, but my mind wanders elsewhere" she thinks to herself, pieces chip
off of her as she slowly gets up.
"Ok" she says and as soon as i say it three more heads appear over the edge of the trash can.