Tuesday, July 26, 2011

June 2011

"Why?" She crouched in a corner, bawling to no end. "Why me? WHY?"

The other months stared at her, then at each other. Nobody knew what to say.

This was certainly a curious case, the first of its kind.

"Look at all of you!" She jerked her face up and screamed. "All the way from October 2004 till May 2011. A good six-and-a-half years!"

"Is anyone of you BLANK?"

Uneasy silence.

"TELL ME! IS ANYONE HERE BLANK?"

"Me?" March 2009 squeaked. "I had just a short 3-liner post, totaling 18 words."

"Uhm, I was just a video and a paragraph." August 2009 chimed in.

"Yeah, mine wasn't that great either." added May 2011.

"Same here." April 2011 nodded reassuringly, as did March 2011.

"SHUT UP! I SAID BLANK! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT BLANK MEANS? IT'S NOT A FEW LINES OR A VIDEO OR A HALF-HEARTED STORY. IT'S JUST PLAIN STUPID BLANK!"

"Hey...it's not your fault really." the 2011 months gathered around June. "No one even reads any more. It's just not the same now."

She remained inconsolable. "I always dreamed of being like all of you. It didn't have to be a five-parter or poem or picture entry. Even a Writer's Block would've made me happy."

They patted her back, only able to afford sympathetic frowns.

"But...nothing. Never would I have imagined..."

She choked.

"What will the other months to come say about me?"

As she continued sobbing, the crowd slowly dispersed. There were just no words powerful enough to mend her heart. For when hopes are dashed, dreams are murdered. And words simply cannot undo that. Only time can.

Eventually, only one month was left. He stayed by her side stoically, not a single word escaping his lips till her tears had run dry. His own time was coming up, for around the corner another new month peeked.

"Come now," July 2011 helped her to her feet. "We must go. Time waits for no one."

She shuffled away, still sniffing.

"Oh, and one more thing." He tugged her arm.

"Mm?"

"Thank you for giving me my story."