National tell a story day- 2 days late

So I’ll tell a story.

There was this girl, she never went out much so when she found a golden set of scales in her grandmothers trunk, she was instantly mesmerized.

Her mother grumbled about her claim to the scales, some complaint about dusty objects in the house.

Reluctantly the mother agree after the grandmother offered and the girl happily adopted the scales to her home.

Setting the scales on the dresser in her own bedroom made her room feel complete. As if she had been missing that one gold accent this whole time in her space and now it suddenly felt right.

In the mornings, the sun rays breaking through the small space in the blinds would clip the edge of the left scale and tease her walls with rainbows.

The girl would lay in bed and search the corners for a glimpse at the rainbows.

Sometimes she would be late for school and her mother would get mad and close the blinds.

But one morning, the blinds were wide open, with a note on the windowsill from a mysterious writer. This is what the note said,

“Time is wasted on half tries. Beauty is stepping into the fear of unknown and opening the situation to the maximum and facing the whole blinding sight.”

The end.

Norma Rrae