When the girl with caramel curls opens her mouth my ears become alert to life’s possibilities.
‘We have nothing until we embrace honesty, it must become our loving guide.’
I desire her words. I wish to place them in my hands and gently caress before putting into a shiny box. Her precious words, safe from harm.
The next time I bump into the girl with caramel curls she’s sat in the quiet room staring out of a window. Her open toe sandals are too small and make her toes look like meerkats peering out of their burrow.
‘You can live forever, this is the hardest part then it gets easier.’
Her face contains no hatred or pain. I wonder how she ended up in here?