There was a newspaper article about her, “Local Girl Dissapears” in letters about half inch high on the third page. It wasn’t much of a story as there was nothing more to say, her parents and the police were mystified. For a while, after she left, an empty space wandered the classroom and the neighborhood, where she had frequently walked but all too soon the rift healed, and life flowed smoothly around the place where Jessica had been. She walked and worked alone, knowing only her own crystal self and the clean joy of knowledge. In saying that, I don’t want to imply that she had no friends, she did. She dressed as they did and could act much the same way when she wanted, but her true uniqueness remained. I could never accept her as one of them, and that gulf was her most closely guarded secret. Watching Jessica, one had the feeling that she was an exchange student studying our culture, only to depart in a year to write a paper on us. I don’t tell you all this about her because I want to dredge up the mystery and hurt people more. I say it because I loved her and still do. This was my most closely guarded secret, and though I never spoke of it to anyone I’m sure she sensed it. I think she knew much more than she ever said. She walked to and from school, but she flew sometimes when no one was around to see her, always in the summer midafternoon, drifting up from the field like a confused autumn leaf. I used to tell myself it was just my imagination. The night it happened was clear, and through a frosted window I could see her lying on the floor in her room. She was concentrating on something to the exclusion of all else, for the first time, I could not follow her thoughts. They were foreign, overwhelming. As I struggled to understand, Jessica opened her eyes, then she rose, disappeared from view, and came out her front door. The moon was just rising. She was wearing tight pants, and a white coat. She started down the road with her head up, and her hair caught the starlight briefly but let it go. She walked straight ahead for a short time before her feet at last relinquished the snow; her long legs trailed gracefully, uselessly, in the fluid air. She spoke to the night, and the night answered her, and she followed its directions. I know where she went, it was the place the winds go when their work is done, for they still talk about her sometimes. Jessica rising and leveling off, leaving without a glance to spare for my discordant world. Jessica, dwindling steadily toward a point between the moon and the horizon and the mist, toward the only place in that deepened sky where I could see no stars. Activity Feedelstorn has not published any activity yet.Would you like to post a shout to welcome them to Kongregate? AwardsMobile BadgesMy Games |