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Sometimes, he wishes he had someone to talk to.  Ray sits on a bench, his rusting, creaky elbows perched on his rusting, creaky knees, and watches the butterflies.  Cumulonimbus clouds stretch across the sky above his head, the kinks in his metal spine curved against the wood and groaning with the breeze.

"Let's put him here," they'd said, a gleam in their eyes.  "He'll make a great tourist attraction!"

They'd glued him to the bench, molding his rusting, creaky feet to a slab of heavy concrete.  "Feed the birds with Ray," they'd yelled.  "He's a great listener!"

And for twenty years, he was.  He'd heard war stories and sex scandals and all the secrets a child could keep bottled up in their chests.  He'd heard sob stories and comedic reenactments and over thirty-two million declarations of love.  He'd kept count.  Sometimes, people came back more than once.  Often, Ray had been ignored.

Forty years ago, space shuttles filled with people had lifted into orbit.  "It'll be great," they'd said.  "Life in space will be brilliant!"

And for twenty years, it was.  They'd touched the stars and discovered footprints on the moon and played golf on Pluto.  They'd spoken to aliens and made moon-rock mobiles and started a war with twelve galaxies.  Sometimes, they'd played the old movies of Earth and wondered, for a second, what life would be like if they'd stayed.  They didn't remember Ray.

"I'm a great listener," he whispers, "but I don't feed the birds anymore."  He doesn't feel the concrete on his rusting, creaky feet anymore.

"Earth's a great tourist attraction now," he says.  "Come back."

Cumulonimbus clouds stretch across the sky above his head, but Ray doesn't notice the rain anymore, or the way his metal spine has fused to the bench.  His rusting, creaky elbows perched on his rusting, creaky knees, Ray sighs.  There are no butterflies left to watch.  Sometimes, he wishes there were.
:iconflash-fic-month: Day 17

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Word Count--321

I inverted...something. I'm just not sure what. If you know, please tell me.

July 17, 2012
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
lovely piece. though quite sad.
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. :heart:
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DNA-The-Authoress Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2012
Aww.... )'=
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart:
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DizzyTestament Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2012
It makes me think of a world that's changed for the worst. Everyone's left poor Ray behind. I wonder what he sees - if the land has no people anymore or not. Unless Earth got worse, I'm sure mother nature would've come by for a visit.
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Mmmmm. Unless indeed. :heart:
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Venry Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Student General Artist
Really makes people think :heart:
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Good, I'm glad. :heart:
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012   General Artist
Cumulonimbus clouds stretch across the sky above his head, the kinks in his metal spine curved against the wood and groaning with the breeze.

Such literary prowess you posses, beth. amazing.:heart:
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TwilightPoetess Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart: I try. :heart:
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