Quiet Friend
By Savannah Hernandez She has no face– this girl sitting and hugging her knees beside me. She has no face, but I can tell everything about her; her body says it all. She is shy, perhaps, easily frightened by me at first– as was I by her– but we learned neither of us was a threat to one another. I suppose she decided to stay– or perhaps I decided to stay with her, to keep her with me. Maybe I pity her, seeing her dressed in rags and her hair matted, and when I look into her home, it is nothing but bare floors and crumbling walls. I do not know her story. “What is your name?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer; but then again, she has no mouth. She stares with nothing but a faceless expression. “Well…that’s okay,” I say. “I don’t remember mine either.” Her shoulders slump, and she scoots closer to me. “I promise to keep you safe.” Savannah Hernandez writes, "This is . a chapter from my novella-in-flash that I am writing and developing. This beginning piece focu...