An Open Mind

You saw her, I presume? The young girl, with the ancient eyes. The beautiful face with the haunted look. A shawl of shabby grey spread carelessly across her slender shoulders. She just left, shuffling away into the night clutching at her shapeless skirts. Had she been here long? You don’t remember. No, I don’t imagine you would. A tragic figure, wrapped in herself, the aura of the lost and alone shrouding her like a fog. You poured her a drink though, I’m sure. But like the many thousands of...