Witch Baby longs to fly into the ever changing sky, the same sky that changes from clear, ice blue, swept away by the heavy lead gray of the incoming rain clouds into a rainbow of wilting rose red and fresh jack-o-lantern orange and brilliant, rich magenta like the most shiny of gems.
Instead of flying (something she can't do but desperately wishes she could), she does the best with what she's given-her imagination. She laid out a thin and tattered blue, purple and yellow tye-dyed sheet and looked up at the indigo sky, her long, tangly purple hair spread out behind her on the dewy green grass. The sky is the same shade of purpley-blue as her hair, Witch Baby notices off-handedly. Clouds of darkness are interrupted by the glittering rhinestone stars splattered across the sky, glaring back at her like angry cat eyes. Witch Baby wants to think she can sprout wings, feathery and twice the length of her skinny arms. She wants to leap out of her skin and into the sky to find out who she is and why she doesn't fit in.
Witch Baby closes her eyes and dreams of delicate, fluttering wings tickling her stomach and she dreams of falling faster than she can control. But she's not sure she wants to know what the wings and the falling mean (it's all too obvious anyway) and she just keeps her eyes shut until she can decide what to do with her out-of-place self.
A/N: I'm in the process of reading the Weetzie Bat series and I'm in love! In tribute to Ms. Block's writing and my favorite character, Witch Baby, I tried to write in a similar fashion to Ms. Block with my favorite character. Reviews are nice!