The Girl
The Girl
by Suzanne Deveney
I spotted her late one night while heading home. I was in my car, stopped at the red light when she caught my eye. The light turned green and I needed to move, but she did not leave my thoughts.
The next time I was on my bike I sought her out. Would she still be there? Or would this transient image remain trapped only in my memory?
Yes, she is still here.
For some reason, this tiny image intrigues me. This little girl in her wrinkled summer shorts and bare feet. Who had put her here? And why?
Who was she?
I get off my bike and go up close. Is this some child star I don’t recognize? Possible, but I don’t think so.
She is smiling, but I feel sad and haunted by this image. This is a lonely place to have left her. I reach out and touch the surface where it is starting to peel away from the column.
I don’t think she will be here much longer.
This little girl under the El.
Outstanding. Really, as per usual I have been away from LTB for a while drowning in too much STUFF. Its great to start to catch back up and I am loving the stuff you write Suzanne. Nice work.
This has got me thinking about all the interesting people I pass by on my commute each day, but I never stop to think more about who they are or where they come from. I hope you find “the girl” again on your adventures.
I hope I find her again too! Think it’s cool that you said “interesting people”…too often we make assumptions about people instead of finding out who they really are. If you ever find out more about anyone I’d love to hear about it.
Just as that girl stayed with you afer you left her, this beautiful ride story is going to stay with me. Your writing is spectacular. Well done. Be sure to let us know if you see that girl again and if you find out anything about her.
Thanks Nancy. I will definitely be on the lookout for her. Often, these images appear elsewhere throughout the city. It was my hope that someone who reads this may know something about her….my curiosity is definitely piqued!
Yeah, what she said. I honestly felt emotions stirring up inside me as I read this for the second time. It takes incredible talent and power to move people with just a few words….but you do it every week. Thanks, Suzanne.