Pedro was just born in the body of a man.
At his father’s wish he labored at the farm.
He hated growing muscles,
He hated bristles on his chin.
He hated evenings at the bar.
He changed when his father died –
Hormones made his skin smoother,
and dressing in flannel shirts he hid his body’s curvature.
“Mother, I need to tell you something” he said one day.
“Pedro, we always knew you were a girl.
Your father’s deepest grief was your lacking courage to admit it”
Pedro looked nonplussed, as his mother said:
“No boy is addicted to purple”
So it’s time to write a new story at Friday fictioneers, and this is another of my Madeira pictures that’s been selected by Rochelle (addicted to purple). For once I know the exact reason why I took this picture, and I actually had FF in mind. If you look carefully you see one part of the grey house painted in a vibrant pink or purple. That was what I wanted to use in my story.
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August 6, 2014