My Little Black Book

Sighted

Taking a leap with an injured leg.

Prancing only metaphorically, that is

I hear every girl my age walk past with their friends. I feel them cast curious yet preyful glances at me and this page.

It's expected. I sit in full sunlight that has not blinded my eyes with the reflection of this page just yet, a miracle.

I sit alone. There are couples and mothers and grandmothers and children. I sit alone.

I wait for a friend. Will she arrive? Will she see how much I have changed from that ghost she knew a year ago?

Will someone I know recognise me alone? I should run.