A Strange Wanderer
A lost girl, wandering alone on the streets. She didn’t care to look back, only to keep going forward. A dark lonely night for a wistful, lost girl. Shadows lurked behind buildings waiting for her arrival, the only things that welcomed her. The wind pierced through the night, its sounds scaring them all. Families hid, but they hid together creating a sense of warmth and coziness that radiated throughout the town. Something the lost girl never experienced, a home, a family. A family, when would she find one, where could she find one? As the day came, as the sun rose the lost girl retreated back to the alley ways where she hid until the night, when no one would find her, only walk past her. Sometimes people would bump into her but not even care to say “excuse me”, she was not acknowledged. She was not figuratively invisible, she really was invisible. The lost girl walked past a lamp post, a piece of paper loosely taped to it. It was ripped from a newspaper, the heading read “Death at a Young Age” and a picture of a little girl was right below next to it the date read October 29th. In the picture a girl was in the midst of what seemed to be her family members. Smiling for a picture, but she stood dismally looking off into another direction, another realm. As the lost girl read on she came to find out that the girl in the picture was Dolores Hemphry, the youngest daughter of a very wealthy man. The name sounded familiar. The girl had an unpleasant accident, that was all that was mentioned . She was supposedly a distant member of the Hemphry family, always in her room playing alone. The gardener described her as always seen near her room window looking out, as if always in a trance. The lost girl looked closely at the picture of the Hemphrys where the dead girl was circled in a faint red ink. Her features; brown curly hair, almond shaped- dark brown eyes and a faint scar underneath her lip. She looked around the age of eight or nine, then the lost girl’s head began spinning. Dolores Hemphry, an unpleasant death, her face, the dead girl was none other than the lost girl. More like the lost soul.