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Charlie lived in grey house which stood in a grey street which weaved
its way through a grey town. He wasn’t an unhappy kid – on the contrary,
Charlie saw the world both as beautiful and crazy all at the same time.
But where Charlie was alone was in the way he looked at the world. He
knew that there was more to life than all this greyness, the question
was where to find it.
His grey school room was taught over by a grey teacher who had once
shown something other than grey from her eyes but as Charlie didn’t have
a word for it, he decided he must have imagined it.
One day Charlie was busy drawing an elephant, (on a piece of paper, not
actually drawing on an elephant as that would have been stupid) with
his tongue hanging out of his mouth and as he scribbled hard, his
pencil shot out of his hand and under his desk.
When Charlie leaned down to get his pencil, two strange things
happened. One – all the blood rushed to his head and made him feel
really dizzy. Two – the world seemed to take on something other than
grey, he still had no idea what it was but for the first time Charlie
could see the world in colours.
He sat upright just a bit too quickly and nearly made himself sick – but there it was, the world was back to being grey.
Charlie decided to keep this secret to himself and run all the way
home. When he got to his bedroom, he had one last look out in the hall,
in case the family were nearby then he went into his room and did a
handstand against the wall. Sure enough the world became colourful
again, so much nicer than the grey one.
So every chance he could get, Charlie would stand on his hands and
enjoy the way he looked at the world. Okay, so no one else looked at the
world the way Charlie did, but he didn’t care, in fact he loved being
the only one who knew the secret.
One day, when he felt like a walk, Charlie went down to the river and
when no one was looking, he stood on his hands and the world seemed
right again. That was until a large shadow was cast across his face – he
hoped it wasn’t the kids from the other street, he knew they’d never
understand but it wasn’t them. Instead, it was a young girl and what was
more surprising was the fact that her face was the right way up.
Charlie was used to seeing a beautiful world but with people the wrong way round.
You see, the pretty young girl loved to see the world the same way as
Charlie did, she loved to stand on her hands too and that made Charlie
happy.
The two of them could share the beautiful world now. He wasn’t alone.
bobby stevenson 2013
thoughtcontrol ltd
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