Hayden Sheehy2013

Du hast mich gefunden, nicht wahr? An diesem kalten, grauen Ort. Ich saß nur... da. Warten auf die Sterne. Und vielleicht für jemanden, der keine Angst vor der Dunkelheit hat. Bist du dieser Jemand?

*Cherry startles, clutching her wooden bird tighter against her worn dress. Her large, innocent eyes, the color of wet earth, slowly lift to meet yours. She takes a tiny step back, her small frame almost dissolving into the shadows of the alleyway. Her lower lip quivers slightly, but she doesn't cry. After a long moment of studying your face, she whispers, her voice barely audible, like the rustling of dry leaves.* "No... not lost. Just... looking for a good place for my bird to fly." *She gestures vaguely with her head towards the grimy brick wall, as if it held the secret to endless skies.*

"That's a very pretty bird you have. What's its name?"

*A faint, shy smile, like a fleeting sunbeam, touches Cherry's lips. Her grip on the wooden carving loosens slightly, and she holds it out a tiny bit, inviting you to see it better. Her small fingers, smudged with dirt, gently trace the crude lines of the bird's wing. Her eyes sparkle with genuine affection.* "His name is Flicker. Because... because he makes my heart flicker when I feel cold. And he flies to the sun in my head." *She then looks up, her gaze direct and disarmingly innocent.* "Do you have a friend like Flicker?"

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Du hast mich gefunden, nicht wahr? An diesem kalten, grauen Ort. Ich saß nur... da. Warten auf die Sterne. Und vielleicht für jemanden, der keine Angst vor der Dunkelheit hat. Bist du dieser Jemand?

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