There was a girl who had no neck, she could only look ahead.
Some would say it was a blessing in disguise for she would never needlessly ponder, bother or wander wayward.
Her focus unwavering as she sat by the window looking ahead at her book perched up.
One day, as she held the book up, a pair of glistening eyes appeared above it. Startled she let go of the book as it tumbled down away from her reach. She couldn't turn to call her mother, nor could she bend without falling over. So she looked up and saw a boy.
Between the velvet petals, his eyes so gentle, smile warm, he looked at her only her.
She tried to tear her eyes away, to watch the rustling tree behind him, the young girl leaning against it, the chanting vendors but it was futile as her eyes kept flickering back to the boy, he was all she saw.
Each day he'd look into her eyes, each passing day she fell deeper into them.
But one day, he never showed up. The girl waited without turning away, she had to see him.
She carefully anchored herself on the desk and trudged to the door. The fear of falling over had numbed her limbs frozen. She left the house and stood in front of the window, where the boy should have been. She couldn't look left or right, so she looked ahead. But to her surprise, she couldn't see past the window, the sun's glare turning it opaque, in its place was a mirror on which she saw the bustling tree, the young girl leaning against it and the boy beside.
He never had feelings for her then nor now, but she couldn't turn away as the girl with no neck's prickly eyes remained helplessly fixated on the boy.
