Some creations are made through loneliness. And in a certain playground, this loneliness resides inside a boy wearing the blue jacket that had a pattern patched on it’s chest pocket. He’s the boy that stays in the corner of a sandbox while everyone’s playing in the middle. He rides the swing on his own, while everyone else is pushing each other. But most times, he stays in one compartment of the playhouse- the one which contains the window.
He’s alone most of the time, observing the children and their running and their screaming, and wishes to play with them with the running and screaming. But instead, he finds solidarity even when he approaches them. For he does not find that these children belong to his standards of friendship.
So one day, he creates a friend. He believes he does and talks to his friend. At the playground, he believes that his friend is making sand castles with him in the sandbox, when he was creating them himself. Someone pushing him on the swing, when he’s actually just kicking at the floor. A friend he believes is waiting for him below the slide, and goes again for another round.
For the next few days, he does this routine of having a playmate all for himself.
The children at the playground were so young and curious that when they saw the boy in the blue jacket smiling for the first time they had to know why. He told them about his friend, about how he’s never alone anymore. They couldn’t understand, so some of them made fun of him, some mocked him and some were cruel – everyone took him for a fool. This made him cry and run to that playhouse compartment with the window.
From there, he could see the children making fun of him. Their faces that red from laughter. He knew that he would never have a chance to be friends with them anymore at all. But, he also knew that this would be the last time that they were going to think of him as a lunatic.
He believed so hard that his friend exists so that belief would prove them wrong. That through this strong faith in the existence of this friend, the children won’t think he’s crazy. That when his imagination becomes reality he would prove them wrong.
He closed his eyes tightly, envisioning his creation. His focus lost when he heard a name calling his voice. It was coming from the slide. A voice that sounded so sweet, kind, innocent, playful and real. He followed it, and he slid down the chute. To his surprise, his friend is there waiting for him.
They walked hand in hand toward the other children. And he calls their attention to him as he introduces his friend. They went from red with laughter to white with fear. They ran away as fast as they could to their homes calling for their mommies and daddies.
For lo and behold, his friend is not human at all – nor was his friend a monster. His friend was simply something out of the ordinary, a moving life-form one had never laid eyes on before. And so, deeming it strange, grotesque and real. Just the way he liked it.
NOTE: Post I made since I won’t join the Creative Writing Workshop of The Varsitarian
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