Scarlet – Little Me
The spectacle outside the shelter held my attention. Kane's yelling became distant. Though he cried my name, I could not look away. A small figure sauntered closer to the entrance. Mist evaporated from her. A child no more than twelve. I should know. The girl outside was me. The hair, eyes, cheeks. She even wore my favorite sundress at that age. The same one my father bought me on his trip. I wore it every time I felt lonely whenever Father was away. Which was more time than I could have counted.
She paused in front of the barrier. I stayed frozen in the spot as she studied me. Her gaze strayed over to Kane. When she looked back at me a chill ran up my spine. She held up her palm close to the barrier. I glanced back at Kane. His lips moved but nothing reached my ears. I could only imagine he was telling me not to do it. Kane was like the father figure. He knew all the right and wrong moves. I would have moved if I could. I was paralyzed. Nothing registered.