The girl, dressed in rags with short sooty wings, just sat on the log staring straight ahead of her. Nobody had noticed her arrival and so she had been there some time before somebody rushed over with a blanket to throw around her. “Are you okay?”

She seemed surprised to see other people present. “I am sure I will be. I just need time to think.”

“Do you need a lift?”

“You cannot take the where I am headed. Somebody will be here soon.”

People smiled and backed away from the strange girl. When they look back, she had gone.

I wrote this in response to this week’s Sunday photo fiction.