Pinochio
Comments (1) Note: This was written on the flight from Paris back to Chicago, although the idea had been bouncing around in my head for a while. It’s had minimal proofing (basically a spell-check and quick once-over) but I do hope to refine it and come up with an actual ending, which it lacks for right now…
His name wasn’t actually Pinocchio His parents had named him with a true and proper name. They had placed ink on paper in record of his birth and, indeed, of his name. Over the years, as he grew up, he would now and again lodge a token protest against others calling him Pinocchio He would remind them that he did have a name, his own name, and that they could not deny him his name by calling him Pinocchio But the wizards and sorcerers of old were mistaken: your true name is not the name given to you by the gods or by loving parents. Children on the playground know to this day that your true name – whatever its source – is the name you respond to, whether in joy or in pain. His name wasn’t actually Pinocchio
But he was called Pinocchio all the same.
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