

Solos (M) and Psyche (F)
Making Paper Airplanes:He was a wild one, a rebel. He marched to his own beat, danced to his own song. They thought he was crazy, strange, and unnatural. He didn't fit in, and after a while, he didn't even try. He could be found dancing in the rain, digging in the dirt, and staying up at night just to watch the stars. He enjoyed the little things. Yet they never understood.
To fit in was everything. To be the same was her goal. She never tried to be different then the crowd. She always longed to break some rules, but to stand out was far hard. She was loved, admired, and praised. She never stepped out of tune, her life was a music box...never changing it's song.
He was outside on a beautiful, spring day. A pile of paper by his side, and a smile on his face. Fold, crease, fold. A new form took shape from the paper. A small plane was launched and soared upward, like many before it, only to come floating down a few minutes later. He laughed and started on another one.
She was taking her afternoon walk, treading the same path she always did. She saw his estatic grin, and silly game. She paused for a moment. But she couldn't change! She took another step trying not to look at him. But her eyes looked again at his playful grin.
He winked, holding a piece of paper out as an invitation.
Shocked she took a step backward. She couldn't leave her routine!
His sent another missile in the air.
She smiled.
He held out the paper again.
Her body rebeled against her mind. One light paw, then another, stepped toward the rebel wolf. She sat down beside him, laughing a little.
Fold, crease, fold. The tiny missile danced upward on the breeze. She looked at him.
He grinned, and went to work again.
Making paper airplanes.
An entry for Caelwit's Creativity Challenge. (
here) What do you guys think?