Academic journal article Hecate

Girls with Stars in Their Eyes

Academic journal article Hecate

Girls with Stars in Their Eyes

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Once a long time ago I was 22. 1 wanted to get fit but I didn't like going to the gym that much, or running, so one night, instead, I decided to skip.

Not the with-a-rope kind of skipping but the other kind of skipping you did when you were a kid. I really used to enjoy that, the boundingness, the height, the joy, that kick-up that you get, kind of like hopping but on two legs. And I went out, like that, into the night.

It was Saturday, late. I skipped down the still busy street where the pub was on the corner across from the beach- that old dealer pub, the broken-down one with the local history, the surfies, the roaring laughter, the men spilling out. And they spilled as I passed by, skipping, spilling, the drunken men, all boozed up in their thongs and King Gees and their long surfie hair. Blond, I think.

And I should' ve been afraid. Normally I would have been, but skipping, who could hurt me? Who would hurt a girl who skipped?

Oh, and there were the moon and the stars- I shouldn't forget thosein the sky. There were so high. But so close, close to the touch.

And across the road the beach roared over the sand. And it came and it went back to wherever it was that it went.

And that is when I first saw her. She was at the corner of the pub. I felt her and I saw her with my own eyes, inside. She was real, I swear, real as flesh and blood, real as I am, if I am, and sometimes I'm not even sure about that. But that is another story for another time.

Her name was Malti and it still is. She was an Indian girl with two long black plaits by the sides of her face, falling softly over her shoulders like snakes- if she was standing straight, that is. …

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