Windy

I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to love him. I only knew that he saw me. He really saw me. No one else ever did. I was the invisible girl, the one hidden by a nothing-special face and an ever-present slump. “Slump” was what everyone called me because that’s what I did. I slumped along never looking up. (What was the point of looking up?) But he never called me Slump. Not even once.

I’d seen him, of course. I’d glimpsed him out of the corner of my eye as he walked past me like a breath of wind. Wind – That’s what he seemed like to me. A wind from a far away place, full of soft smells and strange warmth. He was much older than I was, already a man, and I was barely ten. But I was old in my heart, and inside, he was young. READ MORE