“We all know that something is eternal. And it ain’t houses and it ain’t names, and it ain’t earth, and it ain’t even the stars . . . everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you’d be surprised how people are always losing hold of it. There’s something way down deep that’s eternal about every human being.” – Thornton Wilder (Our Town)
The girl sat at the edge of the pond, her feet barely touching the surface of the clear water. Her auburn hair was twisted up into a bun that perched neatly atop her head, not unlike the many birds who found their homes on the trees that grew near the lake. Her eyes were closed, but her gentle lips curved upwards in a small smile. The silence surrounded her and her slender fingers drummed against the ground to the rhythm of a song only she heard through the tranquil day.
Suddenly, she blinked, opening her eyes. They were a piercing, electric blue. The smile was gone and instead, she wore an air of surprise. The water rushed around her toes, and she straightened her back, slipping her legs deeper into the pool. Slowly, she lowered herself into the cool depths, and then in an instant, she was gone, leaving not a trace of the girl who had been once there behind, but a small orange flower that blossomed in time and whispered her name and never let her be forgotten.