A Girl with No Name

Though her eyes were open, she would never see the colors, so perfect, they were vibrant, unweathered by sun or wintry onslaughts. The black tarmac road with a golden stripe, the sidewalks more silver than grey and the trees in transition from brilliant spring foliage to darker summer hues. Paint glistened on each home like the surface of hard-boiled candy with colors reminiscent of sherbet lemons and strawberry lollipops. The trees moved only slightly, choreographed by the barely there breeze and the pedestrians walked in pairs, always pairs...

She would never see her reflection, the way her lips lifted upward. The way her one dimple crinkles. The way her teeth are crookedly aligned. The warm glow her happiness gives.

She would never see...