The Heart

Her name was Allie. She was 25, but looked like 30. Her neck was thin, her nostrils wide, her heart cold and her hair blonde. She knew full well what her purpose on Earth was: she would succeed. No matter how, when, in what ways. She would find that goal and she would achieve it and it would be success. Nothing short of.

Success was a tough notion. She wanted it and she wanted it deeply. As deep as any feelings could get. Her path in life was such that success would have to appear, at some point. She was ticking all the boxes. Or not. The point was, she would succeed. And it would be grand. She would make money, be famous, rent big rooms in expensive hotels and wear overpriced perfume. She knew all that stood between her and success were a few math algorithms. Nevermind.

She had a mind of her own. Well spoken, well written. Writing. To write. Having written. One of these, anyway. She had a tough character and a strong spine. It was strong, because it was a little bit bent. Family "inheritance".

But, most of all, she had a deep-seated, pure, natural-born sense of envy. Or jealousy. However you wish to call it. The sense was strong with this one. Strong, too, that was her flavour. She could see value. She could identify it. She could, at least, intuit. She could copy it. She could transcribe it. She could count it even. Up to 5, no more. But, anyways.

She was a feeler, too. Her feelings were raw. They had teeth and claws, like Toni Morrison's ideas. They wanted to bite and chew. They felt entitled. They felt betrayed and they felt suspicious. They felt the whole world and, from it, they could precisely and exactly discern value — and hate it. Or envy it. It alternated.

Where she saw something beautiful or precious, she wanted it done for. She wanted to strip it of every piece of cloth it had, no matter how thin or weak. She wanted it to begone! She wanted it to suffer and grow old. She wanted value dead — or hers. She wanted it out. She wanted it in, and destroyed. She wanted it smashed against the walls. She wanted it to have and hold nothing. She wanted it to be hated, preyed upon, destroyed, wrecked, eaten, dead and gone. Begone!

Otherwise, she was a normal human being. With wants, needs, desires and dreams. Hopes, big ones.

She dreamt of saving the world one day and maybe playing with the dolphins. Her heart didn't always let this nature take its course, for the value returned, time and again. But that was another story, altogether.

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