:: The Modern World ::

The modern society - a fascist world. The ostracization of the non-conforming. And when would people learn to accept...

Martin paused. Scanning the surroundings, he stepped through the rusted iron fates of the school. It was still dark as he hurried along the empty corridors. Since young, he had tried his best to avoid attention. Not that he wanted so much to be a loner, just that along with the attention that he got, came mockery. Names like cultural freak and mad musician were pretty much usual. How he wished all that would stop.

As Martin continued along the perimeter of the parade square, he noticed a trio of kittens. One black, two white. It was quite evident what was happening. "Even in the animal kingdom, at such early periods of life, ostracization still occurs," he thought. He knows how it was like to be a victim of fascism. When he snapped back to reality, the white kittens had left, leaving the little ebony fur ball, curled up and forsaken. He took pity.

The little kitten rested on Martin’s lap, her eyes gently shut as he stroked her behind her ears. Though Martin had only seen the kitten for the first time, he felt he loved her more then anything in the world.

"I know how it feels kitty; I've been through that all my life."

She stared back at him with her large, round eyes, as though she understood.

Martin placed Kitty on the podium and opened his violin case. "Kitty, this is for you. Moonlight Serenade, by Klaus Badelt," and under the soft, comforting incandescence of the dim moonlight, he played, eyes closed, as if he had entered the music itself.

The first note resonated through the night sky, and the moon smile back down at him with her perfectly arched lips. Kitty blinked as she listened to the slow, mellow sounds of the violin.

Martin was so engrossed, he did not notice the sun had already crept over the horizon. And all of a sudden, he was awakened by the same mockery he had heard for eons. The very same derision that was brought about by his idiosyncratic ways.

"Haha! Look! It's the cultural freak! Playing to a cat!" Laughter shattered the early morning serenity. So much for his serenade...

Martin quickly packed his violin in his case and turned to leave, picking up little Kitty from the podium.

"Stop right there, FREAK!"

Martin shouldn't have stopped. As soon as he turned his head, a large fist landed right in his face.

Laughter sounded. The once dark, serene and lonely parade square was now lit, noisy and crowded. He should have know better than to hang around after the first rays of the morning sun; after the train of busses dropped of their passengers; after the darkness swiftly and silently left.

Martin staggered backwards, his arms around the little feline, protecting her from any harm; and just as he turned to make his from further derision, Kittle leapt out of his arms, onto the aggressor’s face, leaving behind three, long, fresh, red streaks across his cheek. Then, she ran off with Martin, her new found friend.

The couple hid in a toilet cubicle as thoughts started to settle upon Martin. Is it only that the same outcasted people can accept each other? And that no one else would? How is it that just small differences set people apart? Martin sighed, still stroking little Kitty behind her ears...

The modern society - still a fascist world. The ostracization of non-conforming. And where people will never learn to accept... 

written by MitZukin Mrvica