Just A Dream (United States) published:
“Who is she? What is she doing here? Where did she come from?”
The entire lunchroom is whispering it as she walks into the room. Choppy, self-cut brown hair. Raggedy shirt, jeans with the cuffs cut off. A grey backpack with pink and white flowers. She’s very windswept and very short, and when she looks around the room, her eyes widen.
“I don’t know her,” I say.
But it’s far from true. I do know her. Or I did, once...
about 5 hours ago