Shreddings by Cristi
There was once a girl who, instead of wanting to be a princess or a
Fairy like the other girls, she
Wanted to be an artist.
At four years old, she took out her paint and painted.
And every day, after she finished her painting,
She would rip it up and put it in the waist bin.
Because it didn’t look like a masterpiece.
There was once a boy
Who watched the artist.
Ever since the first day, twelve years ago, when the girl first
Shredded her painting, he watched her, and every night, when everyone else was
Asleep, the boy found those shreddings and taped them back together carefully, then
Pasted the paintings on his wall.
It looked like a masterpiece.
There was once a time,
When the girl who wanted to be an artist stopped painting because a boy her age came
Up to her and told her to follow him.
The boy took her to his wall and told her to look Around. Every inch of the wall was covered in strangely familiar paintings that had
Obviously been ripped apart, then taped back together.
She recognized the paintings,
Slowly admiring them. They were her shredded paintings that the boy put up.
She realized that the moment strangely felt to her like a fairytale, but this time, she didn’t
Have to be a princess.
She looked at the wall, and the boy called her an artist, because it
Looked like a masterpiece.