There once was a girl without a heart. She wasn’t born without it as you might think but came into this world just like you and I. Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, one head with a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, one nose, one mouth, one brain, one heart. But as it happened (as life happened) her heart got hurt so deeply that she decided it would be better to go on living without it. So she got herself a long, sharp knife, cut the remains of her broken heart out of her chest and buried it deep down in the earth so that no one would ever be able to find it and hurt it again.
Years went by and she began to forget about her heart and where she had buried it so long ago. Only now and then did she have a feeling that she might miss out on something important and as the years passed by this feeling grew stronger and stronger but she just couldn’t figure out what it was.
Then one day, she met a boy. There was nothing particularly special about the boy. (Nothing you would notice on first sight, anyway.) He was just like any other person – good parts, bad parts, ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, one head with a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, one nose, one mouth, one brain… and one heart. And since she didn’t have a heart of her own his heart became the most interesting thing about the boy. She was filled with an insatiable curiosity to find out how his heart seemed to work. So she got to know him, watched and observed his every behaviour but when she still wasn’t satisfied and nowhere nearer to understand him, she decided she needed to study this heart further. So one night she crept up on him, got out a long, sharp knife and cut out his heart.
And oh my, was his heart a lovely thing. She was puzzled and amazed and got the feeling like it was beating only for her… and it had…
That was until she cut it out, of course.
(And they lived unhappily ever after.)
[Oh my, this was totally not where it was supposed to be going...]
Created: Dec 31, 2011Mrs Hock Document Media