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The Trunk: Chapter 1 The Trunk: Chapter 1
by Bohdan Yuri
2006-12-27 08:52:18
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There were earlier signs. Like the time Taissa refused to talk to her science teacher for almost the full school year because, during a discussion about the big bang theory, he'd made the class laugh at her expense.

"So then, class," Mr. Martin had basked as he sought a joke or two, "according to Miss Yaremko's theory, life, our universe, was started by simple imagination. Could it be that we are all just a dream, a figment of someone's imagination, maybe even Miss Yaremko's own private nightmare. Well, I'm afraid that that theory, The Yaremko Theory, is not in my textbook so that answer is incorrect. But, with an imagination like that, Miss Yaremko," as he aimed his shot, "your head then must be so large that, you, Miss Yaremko, can perhaps create another universe just by imagining it." Mr. Martin had waited for his audience to catch up to his sarcastic play. "Is that so, Miss Yaremko, do you in fact have such a big head?" And that sealed it.

Taissa had felt too exposed. She had already spent a year's worth of mirror measurements, cataloging each passage of change. At that particular time, yes, her head, and her nose, were well ahead of schedule on her growth chart. She never answered Mr. Martin.

Yet, despite her actions she’d still passed the course with an “A”, a Textbook “A”. And then, on the last day of class, she finally replied, "My Gramps told me that before any spark, or bang, could occur, there had to be the thought, the imagination to do it. And I believe him, and you and your textbook still couldn't prove him wrong." Then having created her own parting retort, she'd added, "And no, Mr. Martin, I don’t have a big head anymore, but maybe I do have a bigger mind than you, if you can' imagine that God can imagine." And with that, she walked out of jr. high feeling that the best of times were still ahead.

But the true age of revolution started when Taissa was fourteen, a freshman in high school. It was a heady time for her, anxious to expand her trust in her own maturity, her spirit. All of her friends were getting one; it was the thing to do. So when Taissa had asked her parents if it was all right for her to get a tattoo of a heart over her real one, she was surprised when they’d said no; and piercing was also out, except for one on each earlobe, a relic from another fashion.

Her parents, a product of their own distant revolution, had suddenly grown old. “...Be a good girl, do the right thing and your parents will be understanding...” Just another myth destroyed and many more to follow in her teen temptations.

So from that moment on she constantly rebelled against her parents’ authority. Clearly, as all young minds see the path ahead, she chose the road of resistance. They’d say yes, she’d say no, and so on. But, guiding and soothing her on that rocky road was a partner, Gramps, her dad’s father.

It wasn’t always what Gramps had said, so much as how he’d say it; often times relating his own life stories into a mosaic that challenged the listener to unravel its importance. And yet, she was also awed by how he’d always managed to make it all so simple at the end. The tattoo, “...A great lady does not display a false heart to show people where her real one is. Besides, people will see it better if they have to find it themselves.” All this from a story about his own mother’s beauty.

For Taissa, those stories always seemed to transcend any real qualities and were thus transmitted on a wave of wisdom that filled her soul. And he’d always seemed to understand her side of it, even when she’d have to give in. She missed that. Also, when Gramps was around, her parents didn’t always win.


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