There was this girl who always came by our house to play but never told me her name. She was fair and pretty tall, had gray eyes and blonde hair.
“What’s your name?”
“Mother never gave me one,”
“Can I call you…”
“Shush!” she had her pointy across my lips.
“Trust me. You need not know—”
I was surprised.
“You can’t change what the universe’s made,” she continued.
I never saw her after that day, making me wonder if she’s really human.
~The girl without name