The Girl in Blue

This is the story of the girl in blue. She died December 24, 1962. The poor girl was hit by a train. The girl in blue loved her sister. Her sister hated her. The girl in blue would do anything to protect her sister. Her sister would do anything to protect herself.

The girl in blue was born Sunday, May 12, 1951, in Thompsonville, Missouri to her proud mama and papa. Her sister was born Sunday, May 12, 1951, in Thompsonville, Missouri. The girl in blue had the picture perfect childhood. Her papa would never lay a harsh hand on her. Her mama protected her from her papa’s liquid courage. The girl in blue always had a smile plastered on her face. Always cared for her sister. Bandaged her up. Held her when she cried. Ran away with her when enough was enough. 

The girl in blue loved her sister. The girl in blue would do anything to protect her sister. But her sister on the other hand. Hated the girl in blue. She was spared! She was protected! They were the same! Why was she so special?

The girl in blue saved her sister. Took her away from her mama and papa. Ran away from a home where she was protected and loved. This made her sister furious. How could the girl in blue be so selfless? So perfect. 

One day, the girl in blue and her sister walked down from their makeshift house to the local gas station for supplies. On the way back, a train appeared down the tracks. Her sister saw an opportunity to be happy. The train came closer. It came closer. At the last second, a gentle push solved the sisters problems forever. 

The sister watched the train past and continued back towards the makeshift home. Gathered up the girl in blue’s things. Stripped out of the dingy overalls and torn shirt she was clothed with and replaced it with one of the girl in blue’s signature powdery dresses. Braided her long blonde hair. Finishing it off with the matching ribbon. Stepped into the girl in blue’s shoes and walked home. Her real home. 

The sister knocked on the door and her mama opened the door in a panic. The panic disappeared into a smile. She wrapped up the sister in her arms. 

“Lacey you’re home!!” her mama cried as she squeezed the daughter tighter. 

“I’m home mama. I’m home.” The sister, Annie, replied.

This is the story of the girl in blue. She died December 24, 1962. The poor girl was hit by a train. No one else in the town of Summerwind knew anything about her besides that. They had so many questions. When was she born? Why was was she near the tracks in the first place? Why didn't she move? 

 You’re probably wondering how I know so much. 

Well, I am the one who pushed her. 

Reviews

[Riv]

Nice. Interesting short and to the point writing. Almost frantic. Blunt, but not forcing obvious plot points onto the reader. Demanding some amount of attention and thought.

This may not be the ideal way of doing things, but I may as well comment on a couple of your other posts here rather than individually. So...

"Where's the HUMAN in Humanity?"
Although I like the overall tone of this post, I would disagree with it somewhat. I don't think society itself is the demon. Society merely tempts the demon that is already within each and every one of us. Society, after all, must have a foundation. And that foundation is built with what is already inside us. The seemingly horrible aspects are an integral and natural part of humanity, just as the kinder and more favorable ones are. Nature is a strange thing.

"Struggle with Silence"
This, however, I agree with completely. I've considered trying to keep quiet and refrain from inserting my opinion into social situations when possible, but eh, that's a difficult thing to do. You captured the struggle pretty well with this post.

[Kayla Smith]

I am completely open to opposing views when it comes to my writing. I'm not trying to force my opinions on my readers, but merely make them think more about the message. Whether you agree or not is not the point. It's what you get out of the writing and that you enjoy it. Thank you for your comments.

[Riv]

Gotcha. I have a habit of trying to incite discussion of controversial topics, possibly to a fault at times. Didn't mean to come across as confrontational, in case that's the vibe you got.

[Kayla Smith]

Oh no, not at all! I really appreciated your comment.

[Philip Muls]

Very intense writing. Emotion running deep. Guilt and anger.

Good twist with the sister swapping places to become the perfect one. Some very Freud-like forces at work here.

Well done.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Was the mother happy she died? Well this was pretty dark but again is part of real world. If I may add, I think if you switch from mentioning Annie the sister's jealousy after the incident it would catch more the readers eye because they won't note that jealousy until after the action asking why she did it. Just a thought.

[Kayla Smith]

Annie is the "inferior" and "unloved" twin so the parents knew that the girls were missing, but they were happy that Annie, who they thought was Lacey, came home.

[D. P. Sumner]

What a great way to capture the jealousy of a child, I like how you really got my attention with the "I was the one who pushed her" line. Also, a great twist making the sister push her, definitely a unique story, please continue to share!