Snivelling child <\/i><\/p>\n
Snivelling child<\/i><\/p>\n
Why do you love the chimney stacks more than me? <\/i><\/p>\n
I am your sister Dean-Dean <\/i><\/p>\n
And you should love me as such <\/i><\/p>\n
Myriam wrote this in the margins of her exercise book at her school as her younger brother wept in front of her<\/p>\n
She let twenty years pass and was sitting at her writing desk watching her brother walking around the chimney stacks which were firmly marooned in their large garden<\/p>\n
Her brother was weaving ribbons of many colours around and between the various stacks<\/p>\n
He called it art<\/p>\n
Myriam called it Dean-Dean\u2019s folly<\/p>\n
Their children A & D were picking up the odd strands of ribbon that their father had discarded and were making rosettes which they were selling to passers-by<\/p>\n
They had named their business Prison Sky<\/i> and their mother had designed a logo made entirely from slate grey feathers<\/p>\n
From her window Miriam could see all the ribbons that her brother had woven around the chimneys of the village<\/p>\n
Even the huge factory chimney was not immune having been covered in a garland of red and yellow ribbons<\/p>\n
Miriam considered this strange as the factory made chocolate and had told her brother so<\/p>\n
They agreed to differ<\/p>\n
She was illustrating a book which she called Patchwork K & K<\/i> which she sold page by page to itinerants who called at the door of the strawberry house<\/p>\n
Her brother had become a pilot the previous year and they often flew together naked looking at the various chimneys of Suchsuchdo and the surrounding areas<\/p>\n
Dean-Dean planned to cover the county of Toptopshire in blue ribbons using red only to denote the exit roads<\/p>\n
He called it art<\/p>\n
Myriam called it Dean-Dean\u2019s folly<\/p>\n
Both children often saw their parent\u2019s airplane high in the sky playing hide and seek with the summer clouds<\/p>\n
Occasionally an orange ribbon would cascade towards them<\/p>\n
And they would break into song as they made rosettes<\/p>\n
To sell to the passers-by<\/p>\n
Who would wear them to sporting events in nearby towns<\/p>\n
Myriam let another ten years pass and both A & D were at large universities in far off cities. They both wanted to become artists like their famous father who was away from his wife in the snow covered foothills of a mountain range where he was preparing an exhibition of chimney stacks covered in ribbons of three colours<\/p>\n
She was still illustrating many books but no longer sold them page by page to passing itinerants but gave them to strawberries and other soft fruits as part of a nationwide initiative proposed by a cow<\/p>\n
Snivelling fruit <\/i><\/p>\n
Snivelling fruit<\/i><\/p>\n
Why do you love my illustrations more than me? <\/i><\/p>\n
She would sing as she sat in the fields on the edge of the village with the various soft fruits that remained dumbuninterestedanddull<\/p>\n
Occasionally she would look into the skies and hope that the airplane high in the clouds was piloted by Dean-Dean and that a ribbon bright in colour would fall towards her so that she could decorate the trees and bushes in a saturated pink in honour of his return<\/p>\n
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