Sophie was always jealous of her big sister. See good old fashioned Helena and her shiny ash colored locks? Ever heard her speak? Helena had a voice of an angel. Helena could work for hours and hours without taking a shower. Catching all them boys smile in secret for how lovely Helena is, still.
Sophie grew up to be a teacher. Miraculously perfect Helena would write popular bedtime stories for kids. Sophie got married quickly and dedicated her life for literally deceiving the kids.
Pop stars this, popstars that. She loved jazz, though. Her husband Tellius played trash metal during the weekends. One must be busy with something, right? Sophie listened to Aretha Franklin in secret. Just like eating hidden holiday candy, everything that came out off of Hellies childhood wardrobe was somehow. Sinful with our crazy Sophie. Poor Sophia once went to some old ladies house, she was raising fake charity money for local widows. Stole a diamond ring, too. It was beautiful. Tiny silvery snakes and ice that shined in color she has never seen before. Nothing like that did Sophie get to physically hold in her hands before. So, aged fourteen. She just. Grabbed it. Could finally rest safely in one year. Even learned phrases, such as. Set for life. ..Keep it quiet… Ice…
Twenty years later Helena was crowned The Most Influential Voice of her generation. Still single. Five adopted kids. Seven critically acclaimed books.
Somewhere in Arizona, all water just evaporated into thin air one day. Reports of baby kidnappings stormed the planet. Girls like “poor Sophie looks so sad, yet she never hesitates to brag”, walked around in stolen Chanel everywhere now.
Hellie was kidnapped. Millions of moms and dads were rioting over poverty. Disgrace. Disrespect. Crime. Always attracts more crime. Former accountants could afford education for their children no more. Former designers managing Macy`s tomorrow?
Sophie at that point was safe somewhere in Nepal. Tried to teach her kid. Stupid Rob, skateboarding. Trash metal was live everyhere . Stupid Rob they named him. Other cult members. “Cuz the boy looked faul and stupid”. He did!
Sophie quit her habbit wearing Prada. Changed her shiny things to a khaki skiing Romper. All them mommas in their local book lover`s circle loved it. They enjoyed tea parties. Discussed everything on print ever. Like Robert Galbraith. Tons of spare time on their soft hands. Some wrote their own novels. Lars Kepler collected all them highest praises, at the time given. They had beautiful husbands and baked much bread. Compliments to one another only and Sunday embroidery gatherings…Her life was perfect. Trully, a bliss. Everyone was happy. Except Helena. The most beautiful woman who ever walked this Earth. Died bravely fighting, keeping an oath. To all the falsely imprisoned musicians and artists. While lazy Sophias just… stole this world over a sewing machine and silly tea parties. And easily accessible love. They had it all now.
-Just keep the secret of our marriage bed silent, my dear. You. Know. I cannot…. I have to. I must… Steal them…. Sometimes. Offsprings…. We do need food and wine and car roads after all, right?
-Oh, what a devilish little mushroom you are, my sweet paper queen. And your eyes of hazel…. Dark hair, you`re like my forest witch.
-Any last words? A halfling prison guard asked Helena at gunpoint.- Yes. Yes, you cannot take the music away from me, please engrave it to hard stone for infinity, sir.
Greta Oldenburg, Kaunas, Šiauliai, 2021m.
