The Story Of Legato
Chapter 1: Sorrow
The sun is starting to set over the plains of July. A man at the age of 40 , slightly overweight, stubby beard, brown hair that went to his shoulder, wiped his forhead with the back of his sweaty hand. All day he has been plouging the dry ground, trying to make it soilable. Throwing his pick to the ground the man waits outside of a wooden store for his ride home. As he sat on the wooden step he thought about this planet. Why did humans choose such a deathly place to settle on? Why not a planet with lush wildlife? Earth was lush but mankind used up all the resources.
A loud screeching of tires interrupted the mans pondering. A woman, about the same age stepped out of the banged up ute. The black paint was starting to fade into the 2 suns of the sky and the metal started to rust The woman, who had dark blue hair that went down to her shoulders was weraing an old fashioned green dress. The man sprung to his feet and kissed the woman. 'Oh Karla, how is Legato?'. Karla's expression immedietly changed to sorrow. 'He is sad. The plastic arm blends in nice enough but...oh Bruce its so sad to see him sittin there doing nothing but stare at his arm.' The man hugged the woman to comfort her. 'It's not our fault. Who would of known that the boy knew how to turn the keys?'
After some sobbing the Karla sat in the passenger seat of the car and Bruce fiddled his pocket for the car keys. When he located them he inserted them into the correct hole and buckled up for the journey home. He felt Karla's hand on his leg, comforting him, as if to say 'He'll be alright.'
The ute pulled up on the dirt driveway to a poorly made house made of bland wood, surrounded by a bunch of overgrown shrubs. It was getting a dark yet no light in the house seemed to be turned on. Bruce got out of the car and opened the flyscreen door and looked out into the darkness. 'Legato?' No one answered. Karla stepped aside him and fumbled around for a lightswitch. A buzzing noise filled the room then a flicker of light, then the room was filled with light. In the far corner, a young boy with blue hair, big brown eyes, wearing a red and white striped shirt and brown shorts, was sitting on a stool facing the wall. Karla stepped forward, "Legato dear? How are you?" The boy made no move to face his parents. "Its your fault that i have this stupid fake arm. Both of you!" Bruce stepped forward, hurt emotionally he did not want his son as an enemy. 'How could you come back here and try to act like nothing has changed. You ignorant fools, you caused me pain and suffering all my life and now it shows.'The boy swung round to face his parents. "I am only 12, yet u left the tractor keys in. This would of been fine but no, you mother, u left the firewood right at the barns exist. I drove out of the barn and hit the firewood. What did I do? I flew forward from the sudden jolt, the tractor finally rode over the wood and then ccontinued to run across my left arm! Now i am left with this...this shoddy attempt at another chance.' The boy got up and ran up the stairs to his room. Just as he was about to enter his room he spun round and said 'Remember, the bee that stings will eventually die'
Chapter 1: Sorrow
The sun is starting to set over the plains of July. A man at the age of 40 , slightly overweight, stubby beard, brown hair that went to his shoulder, wiped his forhead with the back of his sweaty hand. All day he has been plouging the dry ground, trying to make it soilable. Throwing his pick to the ground the man waits outside of a wooden store for his ride home. As he sat on the wooden step he thought about this planet. Why did humans choose such a deathly place to settle on? Why not a planet with lush wildlife? Earth was lush but mankind used up all the resources.
A loud screeching of tires interrupted the mans pondering. A woman, about the same age stepped out of the banged up ute. The black paint was starting to fade into the 2 suns of the sky and the metal started to rust The woman, who had dark blue hair that went down to her shoulders was weraing an old fashioned green dress. The man sprung to his feet and kissed the woman. 'Oh Karla, how is Legato?'. Karla's expression immedietly changed to sorrow. 'He is sad. The plastic arm blends in nice enough but...oh Bruce its so sad to see him sittin there doing nothing but stare at his arm.' The man hugged the woman to comfort her. 'It's not our fault. Who would of known that the boy knew how to turn the keys?'
After some sobbing the Karla sat in the passenger seat of the car and Bruce fiddled his pocket for the car keys. When he located them he inserted them into the correct hole and buckled up for the journey home. He felt Karla's hand on his leg, comforting him, as if to say 'He'll be alright.'
The ute pulled up on the dirt driveway to a poorly made house made of bland wood, surrounded by a bunch of overgrown shrubs. It was getting a dark yet no light in the house seemed to be turned on. Bruce got out of the car and opened the flyscreen door and looked out into the darkness. 'Legato?' No one answered. Karla stepped aside him and fumbled around for a lightswitch. A buzzing noise filled the room then a flicker of light, then the room was filled with light. In the far corner, a young boy with blue hair, big brown eyes, wearing a red and white striped shirt and brown shorts, was sitting on a stool facing the wall. Karla stepped forward, "Legato dear? How are you?" The boy made no move to face his parents. "Its your fault that i have this stupid fake arm. Both of you!" Bruce stepped forward, hurt emotionally he did not want his son as an enemy. 'How could you come back here and try to act like nothing has changed. You ignorant fools, you caused me pain and suffering all my life and now it shows.'The boy swung round to face his parents. "I am only 12, yet u left the tractor keys in. This would of been fine but no, you mother, u left the firewood right at the barns exist. I drove out of the barn and hit the firewood. What did I do? I flew forward from the sudden jolt, the tractor finally rode over the wood and then ccontinued to run across my left arm! Now i am left with this...this shoddy attempt at another chance.' The boy got up and ran up the stairs to his room. Just as he was about to enter his room he spun round and said 'Remember, the bee that stings will eventually die'