Ain't Such a Pretty Sight
By Samantha Lynn Stanton
"What are you doing
with that big bouquet of flowers, Fancy?" Sam
asked her
one-day at the police department. "Are they from Luis?"
Fancy laughed,
light-heartedly. "No, but aren't they gorgeous? They're
for
my sister, Pretty's birthday. I ordered them from all over the
world. She can be pretty eclectic when she wants to be."
"Pretty Crane? Gosh,
there's so many of you. You never know where
you're going to pop
up next." Sam shook his head, in denial. "Didn't Ivy
and
Julian ever use condoms?"
"I don't know...
that's gross, considering they're my parents." Fancy
stuck
out her tongue. "You have NO idea how many of us there are. We
definitely bring new meaning to stair stepchildren. Pretty,
though,
puts all of us to shame. She is amazing! Really. She is
my idol big
sister. I am so lucky."
"Pretty's a pretty
name." Sam commented, smelling the flowers.
"Pretty."
Fancy thought for a
moment. "Would you like to come meet her? The more
visitors
the better."
"Uh, sure. Why not?
It's going to be a quiet afternoon I can tell." He
said,
sounding very
laid back.
"Oooh, thank you!
Pretty will be so thrilled!" Fancy squealed. "Come
on,
let's go!" she cried, grabbing him by the hand as they raced
outside.
The paralysis center was
crowded that day with a lot of new patients
being checked in for
the season. That didn't affect Pretty's comfort
though. She had
her suite of rooms to hide in. After all, some of the
benefits
for being a Crane meant total and lifelong privacy and a
Crane
deserved the best. Even though Pretty hated to admit it
sometimes.
After all, it was for being a Crane that had put her in a
wheelchair. She had finally come to the acceptance that she would
never walk again. It was pretty painful to accept and she had
gone
through a string of shrinks but deep down she always knew
the truth...
She glanced at the clock
then at the window. She was expecting Fancy
any minute for her
annual birthday visit. It was really very sweet of
her sister
considering it was Fancy's fault she was in this stupid
wheelchair.
But Pretty had put the past behind her and had forgiven
her baby
sister for her wrongs. After all, life was short, she
couldn't
spend it as a hater only out for revenge. Besides, Fancy had
had
an eye opener since joining the police force. She had become a tax
paying, law-abiding citizen.
Pretty wheeled herself
over to her mirror to try and see what she
could do to freshen up
her appearance. Not much, she saw, as the pale,
sunken cheeks
looked extra pale today and her blonde took on an extra
dull,
lank appearance. Her one strong feature were her sky blue eyes,
the
only thing that pleased her nowadays. Pretty missed the days when
she used to live up to her name, but it couldn't be helped, what
had
happened. She even considered changing her name to Ugly
Crane, but she
knew her mother would freak out about it and have
yet another break
down.
All Pretty could do was
smile and keep her chin up, working patiently
on her exercises to
keep her legs in shape. While at the same time,
trying to fight
the deep waves of depression that threatened to drown
her.
Fancy was the only one in
her family who visited her sister and that
was quite ironic,
considering she was the one who caused the whole
accident who put
her sister in a wheelchair. Pretty and Julian were
never close,
it was always awkward between them. Ivy tended to have an
emotional
breakdown whenever she came near her, being reminded of the
tragic
accident that took her pretty daughter's legs away from her. It
was
best according to the doctor that Ivy and Pretty remain at a far
distance from each other. And as for everyone else in the family,
they
might as well not even exist to Pretty. Pretty had no real
friends or
aquaintenances, except for those who were in the
hospital with her.
But she only saw them when she dared to
venture out of her suite for
two seconds. Other then that,
she did have her poetry to keep her
company. And her yearly visit
from Fancy to look forward to.
Now, as she ran a comb
through her straggly hair, she made the
decision she wouldn't
feel sorry about her appearance any longer.
There was more to her
then just her appearance anyway. She wheeled
herself over by her
spot by the window to wait and work on a poem she
was currently
working on but she didn't get far as a knock sounded on
the door
and she hurriedly went to answer it. "Hey, there, Fan-cy..."
She was taken aback when she saw her sister wasn't alone.
"Happy Birthday,
sis!" Fancy hugged her and presented her with the
flowers.
"Hey." Pretty
smiled, with a timid glance at Sam, who was still in
uniform. "Am
I under arrest or something?"
"What?" Fancy
looked confused. "Oh! No! I asked Sam to come with me. I
thought the more the merrier."
"Hey, Pretty, it's
nice to meet you," Sam offered his hand to her. He
was
surprised to see she was in a wheelchair but didn't let that small
obstacle affect his judgment of someone he had never met before.
Truth
was, he thought her name ought to be Beautiful instead of
just Pretty.
Her blue eyes shone with shyness as she watched him,
curiously.
"We're going to do
something a bit different this year, Prett." Fancy
announced.
"Instead of just spending it here, we're going to go out
and
paint the town red for your birthday. How about it?"
"Really? Wow, this
is such a surprise." Pretty was shocked but you
could tell
she was pleased. "Where are we going? What shall I wear?"
She said with the horrible knowledge that she hadn't had anything
decent in her wardrobe for years. She had lost track of the
latest
styles, having no interest in them since she basically had
no place to
go. She was comfortable in her plain Jane t-shirts
and sweats with her
hair pulled back into a relaxed pony.
Fancy took her wardrobe
into consideration. "Some place you'll be
comfortable, of
course. No Seascape if you don't want. There are a nice
variety
of retro places we can go to."
Pretty gave her a look
that said she was grateful for Fancy's
consideration. "Then
we'll go to one of those places."
Sam cleared his throat.
"I never liked the Seascape anyway. Way too
snotty." He
wrinkled his nose.
"I was just thinking that." Pretty laughed lightly.
"Great minds think alike." He said jokingly.
"Indeed they do,
Chief Bennett." Pretty agreed, grinning from ear to
ear.
"Call me Sam, please." He insisted.
"Sam." Pretty repeated, softly.
"Well, Sam, if you
don't mind waiting for a few minutes, we've got
some getting
ready to do." Fancy wheeled her sister towards her
bedroom.
"I'll be here." He sat down, patiently.
