The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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When Ber Ber was young, there was a house across the street that she dreamed about going inside. Being a child who treated Alice In Wonderland as her bible she had many fantasies about what the house could have been like and on a day that seemed like any other, she finally got the chance to look around the place.

“Hey do you want to come over and see this house.”

I immediately dropped everything I was doing and sprinted full speed towards the building. I had stared at this giant grey building forever and I had only dreamed about what could possibly be in there. My mind thought about the endless adventures that could ensue in the building where Knights of Columbus had planned their conquests, and these possibilities caused me to have a huge grin that stretched from one ear to the other.

“So I’m going to assume that was a yes?”

“Yeah,” was the only response I could get out of my out breath state.

“Swell, my name is….”

I wasn’t focused on what this mystery boy was saying, all that mattered was the castle.

“So what’s your name?”

I decided to use my alias because my real name could of possibly been used against me.

“My name is Violet Blue.”

“Wow that’s a very unique name.”

“Thank you very much.”

Then the mystery boy opened the big black door, and the whole world of possibilities opened.  The room was poorly lite, but this was expected because the Knights were out and about so why would everything lite up?

The boy showed me around the entire and everything was very peculiar. The dining room was a normal size but the table that was humongous. It looked like it could fit at thirty people. The stairs were wider than they were long and they seemed almost out of place in the area they were a part of. It was as if the person who created this had the same kind of love for Alice in Wonderland that I had and they created this house in the style that the writer had used.

Out of anything in this odd house though, the thing that caught my eye the most was the metallic sink they sat right in back in the kitchen. There was one set of windows in this kitchen, so there was lighter here than the rest of the house but the focal point of the light was mostly on the kitchen sink, and while everything else was made of wood this sink was pure metallic.

The boy walked up to this sink, looked at me, and without saying anything turned on the sink. The water that ran from this metallic sink shined with a red color, and for some reason or another it seemed absolutely natural. I watched the red water run for a moment, and then realized came to a sudden realization.

“Mama is probably worried sick about me, I’ve got to run home.”

So I left the house with the same speed that I had approached it, and headed back home.

The Metallic Sink

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When Ber Ber was young, there was a house across the street that she dreamed about going inside. Being a child who treated Alice In Wonderland as her bible she had many fantasies about what the house could have been like and on a day that seemed like any other, she finally got the chance to look around the place.

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Recorded by Benjamin Anderson on May 5, 2014
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