Eversight

Refugee

I glanced around as everyone gave me dirty looks. A woman bustled through the crowd. The woman ran straight towards me. I flinched at first, the woman was about my age, wearing a lacy, baby pink gown, her hair waved in the wind. She grabbed ahold of my arm, nodding at me and running along, gripping my arm. I scuttled along. We entered a nicely lit, tinted candle flame home. She sat me down in a chair.

"Get cleaned up, please." The woman said, polite.

"I- uh- Thank you." I stood, preparing to bathe. I placed a foot in the basin full of water. I slid into the water, rinsing my dirtied skin. Three marks on my body from the fork remained. I scrubbed at them. I sighed, after my failure.

"I left a dress for you on the chair!" The woman yelled from the other room.

I stood, walking over to the dress. It was an exquisite dress. It was white, with a floral design, with a ruffled hemline. I began to dress. The dress fit perfectly on my body. I let my ginger, fiery hair lay down on my shoulders, with my delicate freckles and blue eyes. I smiled wide. The other woman came in. She leaned on the doorway, very unlike manners I had seen.

"Let's get you primped up, for the party at 8 pm!" The woman exclaimed.

I nodded, smiling on the inside. The woman walked fully into the room, sitting down I and grabbing a small kit from her petticoat pocket. She pulled out cotton, fluffy blush round and a blush. She tapped it on the fabric round, lifting some blush onto it, patting it lightly onto the apples of my cheeks.

"See?"

I sighed a bit, still smiling slightly. Something about this woman made me happy.

The woman loved my hair, fluffing it and twisting it around her finger. The woman smiled, a gap in her two front teeth. I was intrigued by the gap. I smiled.