Candice

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Note: I just had this huge urge to write about a girl who I would name Candice. And just if you’re thinking of gifting me something right now, you know what I want. Really.

Candice threw another stone across the shallow pool, and watched the ripples in the water reach the white walls at the end, breaking softly. Candice with her vivid imagination could already imagine the white foam of crashing waves onto the beach, and the blue deep sea become sheer nothingness at the feet of the brown and golden sands.

Candice could even imagine herself in that sea water, sitting and being swayed by the waves as they rushed to their death. Candice loved it. Her imagination, not the sea. Because the sea was permanent, while her imagination could create one whenever she wanted and dry it up if she cared.

Candice sighed and went back inside. She would like to imagine the Great Canyon now. Maybe she would finally think up something more interesting than falling off it. Seriously. Boring.

Candice went over to her desk, pulled out a Mars Bar from her stash in the top drawer, and flopped down on the pillow. Mars. Should she dream about aliens? Nope. She had already imagined them in every possible colour, except skin of course, and they had gone from vintage Roman to cut-edge scientific.

Candice threw the empty wrapper in the bin, having now perfected this daily routine. Maybe the bin should be a frog-mutant? Or a fairy-cleaner? But fairy’s don’t look like cleaners and frogs are mutant enough without being mutant.

Candice soon fell into a deep sleep, because when you dream, you fall deep. She dreamt beautiful dreams of gigantic Jack-in the-boxes playing with children, tossing them in the air and catching them, of white and orange roses flying in the sky in the shining beaks of migrating pelicans, of bronze coins clinking down someone’s piggy bank, and of love.

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6 thoughts on “Candice

    pdham said:
    August 29, 2012 at 10:34 AM

    Good morning CanDice πŸ˜‰

    this gives a new meaning to her name ‘CanDice’ – hhhmmm…

    if one can dream it.. one can achieve it. .CanDice !

    imagination is the beginning of new moment, new tomorrow, new month, new year.. new life!

    For some, even imagination takes lots of courage, imagine that πŸ˜‰

    for others, trusting oneself to make those images into reality through, sweat, blood and tears and arguments, standing on one’s feet etc. can bring the change in one’s life, one’s neighborhood, country and the world..and one’s name doesn’t have to be ‘CanDice’ – it could be a sentence like a question ‘ are you Chika?’ – R-U-Chika πŸ˜€

    yeap.. you got it…my brand of commenting – some understanding, some deep meaning and and cap it with a joke, why?

    because, the chances of winning a game are inversely proportion to the seriousness of the players playing it – (:-D))

      Ruchika responded:
      August 30, 2012 at 4:56 AM

      My friends totally beat you that joke on my name, like three years ago! As to Can and Cannot, of course Cannot sustains only as long as Can doesn’t come up to kick it’s ass.
      But I do believe your last line is erroneous, pleasing as it may be. My volleyball team at school laugh their way through every match but we never win. Maybe that’s got to do with the fact that most are pathetic players and the good ones just get dead tired running after the ball and covering everyone’s zone? Maybe. But we laugh all right.

        pdham said:
        August 30, 2012 at 5:04 AM

        I see.

        Winning & loosing depends how one defines the same…

        When I used to play the same game in college…my ‘win’ was to be part of the team on the court, paying, not just being a spectator.. And I won many times per my definition of winning…

          Ruchika responded:
          August 30, 2012 at 5:05 AM

          Nope. Not my definition at all. I can’t be thankful of being on the team one bit. But then the condition of volleyball in our school is so rotten you are reminded of Nazi Germany.

    Reader said:
    September 3, 2012 at 6:22 AM

    You alarm me. I really liked ’11 characters’ but I love this more. You have a pleasant style of fiction that never disappoints. Good going!

      Ruchika responded:
      September 3, 2012 at 6:25 AM

      Dear mysterious Reader, Thank you so much! I like writing fiction, maybe that’s why they turn good. πŸ˜€ And I can’t imagine where I’d be if I was forcing myself to imitate someone! πŸ˜€

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