one: amie

clouds break.

white wings spiral.

feathers flutter.

a broken angel cries.

what goes down but never comes up again?

ONE

Amie M. was what they called the girl with the hair like pearls. Nobody seemed to know her last name. Nobody seemed to care.

They said she was a witch - an orphan - a sorceress - a thief - a demon. But she never seemed to stay long in people's mortal memories.

All the village girls teased her, and all the boys laughed and threw stones. She never retaliated, never said a word. Her ruby eyes saw all but revealed nothing.

They gave her a nickname - the Quiet One.

She lived in a broken down grey house with closed shutters and an unlocked door, since nobody bothered to come in and she had lost the keys a while ago. She brushed her matted white hair as best as she could each morning, but the long strands were always filthy by the end of the day. Nobody knew why.

She decided to cut them off.

She didn't know how to wield scissors.

When she came into school with blood staining her mussed white frock, nobody questioned it.

Amie M. sat down and picked up her pen.