Street Stories

Rebecca Bronson

The Only One

No one seemed to notice much of anything then. She was from another place. Not anywhere where you could drive or fly. Farther. Much farther. She couldn’t remember where or how to get back there even if she wanted to. It was so so long ago. There were fire flies that glowed cobalt blue and cats, big cats, before they put them in zoos, who slept peacefully in parks. Magic. The word helped; just to hear it echo in her mind. No magic here as she looked around to see if she could feel just one soul who remembered. She was the only one. But soon there would be two. The baby. Her baby would soon be ready to learn the silent language.



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