There used to be a bottomless hole; a trap for souls that missed a sole, right by my neighbour's door. A neighbour I could not abhor as much as I would have wanted to. My love was blue as much as I did not want it to. The ground is closed now. My neighbour is nowhere to be found now.
I was brought out of the rain, sipping hot cocoa, thinking of these things.
We are not all opportune to venture to the 4th dimension or any dimension at all, when fully alive and well.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful girl, according to the standard of beauty in her day and time. She was called Gbemi for short. Gbemi was a nurse, who was mad about art. The strange clause being that she worked in an unconventional hospital.
How this is so is very unknown, considering the rate of unemployment in her zone. She always did what nurses did; holding trays containing drugs, syringes and disgusting hospital food. In addition, she was always busy as a normal nurse should be; a very standard and conventional description of what is supposed to be a normal tale.
The hospital was a renovated five storey building and had just one Doctor, whom no one had ever seen before. How this is possible is very unknown.
One day, our girl couldn't stand the anonymousity any longer. Now, it is very necessary for you to know that this particular hospital had as many paintings as hospital beds and as less and fewer patients with stranger illnesses that would not be described in this story due to the nature of the genre (short story). This amazing and impressionist works of art were so awesome that she'd rather admire each while on the call of duty than be bothered too much, until that day.
It might have been that Gbemi had seen all that needed to be seen or that she no longer thought impressionism was the rage but now romanticism. This is very unknown. The point of this tale is that she had enough and decided to venture through the door that was boldly sculptured in words:
Do not enter for whatever reason.
Gbemi pushed open the door and stumbled into what we know as the fourth dimension. There sat the Doctor. It was a very strange Doctor with a very familiar doctorly voice. This was one way she knew then that it was the Doctor. The Doctor was a very handy creature with very gifted hands to treat his very special patients.
'Gbemi, what can I help you with?' The handy Doctor asked with a note of concern.
'Nothing really Doctor Hansel. I think... um... I'm not exactly sure. I have not been sleeping very well, I think and um— I also came to have an important matter discussed.'
'Just go straight to the point!' Dr Hansel snapped. Like we know, he was a very handy Doctor and so was currently facing a huge folder hands on and couldn't for the life of him multitask, you know angling between talking and working was too much for such of his disposition if you know what I mean?
'We need to embrace different sorts of art here and not be artists. We shouldn't stick to just that, impressionism. I believe greatly in equality.' She explained.
Hi guys, I plan on developing this story to be on the lookout for more. I'll let you know somehow.