Suzanne
The small child walks down the cobblestones to Crimson Café. She spots a girl wearing striking red-rimmed sunglasses atop her black hair. The girl orders her chocolate croissant to go, places it into her purse, and turns on her heel. The child tags along, watching as she steps down the street, black and white polka-dot socks flashing out of her boots. Ruby-glossed lips smile at everything and everyone she sees, and laughter sparkles from her eyes and voice.
Soon, she starts humming, mouth open in a soft sigh, with a sound akin to violins mixing with rustling maple leaves. The people around her look on and listen in slight awe, blushing.
The child notices the girl start to step with the subtle beat only she really knows, arms riding a dreamy breeze only she can feel. Her walking heels clicking down the cobblestone street in …show more content…
Up ahead is a delicate flower. So far, it has survived precariously between stones, its white head blossoming year after year despite passing feet, but now, it’s immobilized in the girl’s path. The child opens her mouth, but it’s too late to say or do anything. Other regulars on the street notice as her feet quick-step nearer . . . and nearer . . . and finally, . . . around, and in perfect time, no less. As she twirls around to blow a kiss to the flower, the people around her realize she’s been completely present while seemingly in her own world. The street becomes hers.
A black cat looks on from its red, wooden window box. Its expression turns amused as people hum and birds whistle with the girl, in perfect pitched. They step to her beat, dance with her dance, twirling as she twirls, bags and briefcases swinging in coordination.
Then, she turns a corner off the street, her black hair being the last the people see of her. They slow to a standstill, looking at one another for the first time, and whisper in astonishment. Bittersweet smiles cross their faces as they go on with their touched
The small child walks down the cobblestones to Crimson Café. She spots a girl wearing striking red-rimmed sunglasses atop her black hair. The girl orders her chocolate croissant to go, places it into her purse, and turns on her heel. The child tags along, watching as she steps down the street, black and white polka-dot socks flashing out of her boots. Ruby-glossed lips smile at everything and everyone she sees, and laughter sparkles from her eyes and voice.
Soon, she starts humming, mouth open in a soft sigh, with a sound akin to violins mixing with rustling maple leaves. The people around her look on and listen in slight awe, blushing.
The child notices the girl start to step with the subtle beat only she really knows, arms riding a dreamy breeze only she can feel. Her walking heels clicking down the cobblestone street in …show more content…
Up ahead is a delicate flower. So far, it has survived precariously between stones, its white head blossoming year after year despite passing feet, but now, it’s immobilized in the girl’s path. The child opens her mouth, but it’s too late to say or do anything. Other regulars on the street notice as her feet quick-step nearer . . . and nearer . . . and finally, . . . around, and in perfect time, no less. As she twirls around to blow a kiss to the flower, the people around her realize she’s been completely present while seemingly in her own world. The street becomes hers.
A black cat looks on from its red, wooden window box. Its expression turns amused as people hum and birds whistle with the girl, in perfect pitched. They step to her beat, dance with her dance, twirling as she twirls, bags and briefcases swinging in coordination.
Then, she turns a corner off the street, her black hair being the last the people see of her. They slow to a standstill, looking at one another for the first time, and whisper in astonishment. Bittersweet smiles cross their faces as they go on with their touched