Words Unspoken
There was something about her that was off, that was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I watched as she shelved cans of beans -pinto, black, red, Gorgonzola - until the cart was empty. A man asked her for help, and she pointed, holding up her fingers to indicate which isle as she spoke in whispers. The man thanked her, sadly, and walked away, as she resumed shelving - loaves of bread now.I waited idly for my Mom to return from her quest to find the most organic beef, watching the girl interestedly. She had thin brown hair, tucked back behind a thick headband, and clear green eyes. Her head snapped up, eyes meeting mine, and then I saw it. The thick, shiny scar running down the side of her face. I saw the heat and the fear in her eyes as she quickly looked away from me, and I instantly I knew.I needed to know Bailey better. I needed to save her.Five votes and I will start this story (I hate doing this but it's just to judge the interest!!) thank you!!…
