The Wait.

She sat alone on a park bench, waiting. For what, no one knew. She sat, staring at the people who passed her, her eyes curious and her mouth daring to call to them, to say hi. But she never did. She simply sat there, staring as the people passed. 

Every week, you could find her there. The exact same girl, her hair twisted up into a bun, and her clothes always the same except for the color of her shirt. She would stare at the people who passed her, her eyes crying out to them, but was silent. When the sun had finally gone down, she would leave. Where she went was a mystery to everyone around her. 

No one ever sat next to her. She was there day and night, waiting for someone to do something. But no one did. Everyone figured she was waiting for someone, or else just really weird. She wasn't normal, people would whisper later, after coming home. She's just a girl, others would whisper. 

Still, no one really knew this girl. the girl with the daring eyes. The girl who never spoke, and never asked anyone anything. No one even dared ask her what her name was. She simply sat there, waiting and hoping.