A Little Tale

The sun is shining brightly, it’s rays making everything bright and cheery. In the midst of this happy day, sits a girl, alone in a bench, under the shade of a great oak, looking as cold as ice. Her face pale, her eyes far-away, her lips in a straight line, not even a ghost of a smile. Passers-by didn’t notice her, she was petite and she sat hunched and appearing smaller than usual. Her blue eyes were dulled and if anyone bothered to look into them, they’d see a soul that had lost all hope.

The sun continued to shine as the boy with the book in his hands stopped to contemplate the words he had read, looking around with a big smile on his face. He took in the scene around him, and smiled at the happy, relaxed people in the park. His eyes swept past the great oak and then immediately went back to it. He noticed her sitting there, looking as out of place as a clown at a funeral. His brow wrinkled thoughtfully, as he wondered why on earth anyone would look so lost on this day, sitting in the midst of this scene. The thought crossed his mind to let it be but before it even had time to take root he was up on his feet, walking towards her.

She was lost deep in thought and didn’t notice the lanky figure make his way towards her and sit down next to her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he said hiya in a loud and jovial voice. She had been lost in her own silence for the entire time. She looked at him cautiously, her black hair framing her face and hiding it. She didn’t know what to make of him. Something about his open smile and twinkling eyes made her feel she could trust him…

Await what happens next…


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