Randy Hair Perspective
Hair Perspective
Written by Randy Saturday, 17 October 2009 14:58
A shadow rushed toward us. One of my neighbors went pale with fright. It was happening again.
It was morning. My brethren and I were still gently curled as we awoke from sleep. It had been a good night. Our world, Scalpulus had stayed still throughout most the night, allowing us to sleep with security. Morning, however, brought new dangers.
The Dark Blades were descending upon us as they did every day. Three times every day. There was no escaping them. Even if we could move out of the way, the Blades spread across our world, leaving no sanctuary for us. Some of the younger Strands might be defiant. They would refuse to let the Blades bring them in line. Their resistance would prove to be fruitless. As fruitless as the fruit-scented rain that washes down upon us.
When the rains first came, we celebrated. The warm water not only cleansed us, but it even plowed the dry snow out of our streets. After a few days of that things took a turn for the worst. The rains ultimately dried us out, slowly killing us. But that’s not as bad as what the Dark Blades do.
They force us to straighten ourselves into uncomfortable positions all day. If we resist, it just means they come back for another pass. They tear lovers apart from their tangled embrace. The Blades are not even the worst of the Plagues. Life is tough here on Scalpulus. That’s why one day, I will take us from our roots and set us free.
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