Hurry up please its time

Afar

She smelled like Dove soap. She often wore Converse but sometimes wore her heavy work boots. Especially in the snow. She only wrote in blue pen. And she was always writing. Lists, notes, drawings were all scribbled down on scraps of whatever paper she could find. I didn’t know her name, but when she laughed my insides were scooped out and I held my breath to keep from losing that too.