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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Imagine, a story

Ima was in her room, forbidden to go out doors to play with the other children, Rea and Int were strict parents, wanting only the best for Ima, so they knew best and Ima was homebound. Daily Ima peeked out the windows, in secret, while mother and father endlessly praised all the joys that the house held, on the mantel were knowledge and fact, each polished daily by Rea, it was almost a ritual. But one day Ima became ill, and the parents wondered why, of course they couldn't imagine why, for Reason and Intellect forbade Imagination, and of course, she soon died.

2 comments:

Rosemary said...

Imagine,,,with no imagination, you have no purpose, with no purpose you have no will, with no will, you will surly die.

Lucy said...

A lovable tale!