Every day I pass a little girl on the street. I am driving to work and she is walking to school. And although I am always late to work, and she is always early to school, we pass at the same point of the same street almost every morning.
Red hair, dishevelled.
Backpack - huge.
Coat - half off.
She walks on the sidewalk with careful, measured steps. Her head's always bent over a hardback book - as though the story is so great, she has to read it every chance she gets.
She wasn't there this morning and I missed her. Hope she's not sick.