It’s not easy being different, and Charlie’s bright red hair and mismatched eyes made him a natural target. He could just about ride the jibes and the pointing fingers, but the regular physical abuse was harder to ignore.
All Charlie could do was endure, until Ed moved in next door. He was about six feet tall with hands like washboards and he appointed himself the little guy’s champion.
On the day Charlie plucked up the courage to ask why, Ed grinned and indicated for Charlie to follow him.
In Ed’s bedroom there was a huge poster.
“Ziggy Stardust”, Ed said.
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