White Toes
“White Toes”
15.5 x 10 inches ✧ Medium: Chalk Pastel on brown paper
When they said this place was for gifted dancers I didn’t think they meant this type of gift… but where else could I recruit for a job like this.
The first time I saw her she was doing something I could only describe as target practice. It meant nothing to kill a Fulé, I mean those things practically deliver bad luck no wonder they’re circling this place. Those who have been abandoned here have many gifts some of them less of a blessing than others. That is, if your not a professional hitman.
Her precision was what shocked me i’ve never seen someone move like that. Some people just don’t have limits to what we might consider a body. Their movements are so instinctual that they whirl past the confines of what we expect can happen when you lift a limb, in the frenzy of dance all that energy has to burst through somehow. Can you imagine It could almost scare people sometimes.
Maybe they didn’t know these bodies they held could move the same way.
When the Fulé’s wings plummeted to the earth the thud made the ground we stood on ripple and vibrate. I began to see the corners of everyones mouths turn upwards into sly little smirk’s. The reward of taking something back.
Im hesitant to say it’s the vengeful spirit we all carry within, revealing itself to us.
Some may think they just want any excuse to kill.
As a trained killer I can say we just know what it takes to
maintain a balanced world.
As she turned I called after her
“HEY WHITE TOES ! I’ve seen the way you move, want to get free?”
