“She read books, not just little ones, but big ones with hard covers.”
“Her glasses were really thick. I think she was blind.”
“She was weird. You know she’d talk and then listen, and then talk again. She was such a total freak.”
Those were the words that described Melanie.
Everyone that spoke of her said something like that. It was a consistent image, and one that was her norm.
Mind you nobody could ever tell you what she was reading or why?
It’s not like she was shy or aloof. She’d talk to you whenever you started a conversation.
Her big brown eyes would suck in each word you said, and her half smile made you feel like saying more, but then you’d walk away as though the conversation had never happened.
And then the Storm came…… and it never left.
This is the first part of a serial. If you like what you’ve read so far please leave a comment as the author is very vain and will need much encouragement to continue. Also as the piece moves along if any artists or photographers feel inspired they can submit an image to be used with each installment of this piece.