Invisible Rebecca

“Invisible Rebecca”

Her name was Rebecca,

a five year old little girl.

There were things that

confused her.

Was she too bright during sunlight

that she seemed to disappear by the light?

Does her skin turned ink dark

that even her shadows can’t be seen at night?

She pinched her cheek.

It hurts.

So it means she was alive.

She was not a ghost after all.

Then why the woman with long black hair

And eyes like her can’t see Rebecca?

Was Rebecca too small to be seen?

“Should I change the color of my dress

into attractive ones?”

Rebecca asked herself.

“Sunny yellow? Bloody red?

Or perhaps sunkissed orange?”

She giggled like a kid that she was.

Would the woman with black hair like it?

Rebecca ran to her room

and changed her white dress.

She picked the long one that reached

her tiny little toes.

The color reflects thus of the rainbow.

She began to dance in front of the mirror.

She was so happy because Rebecca

saw her reflection.

Maybe this time Rebecca’s face

would appear  in the woman’s eyes.

Rebecca ran excitedly down the staircase.

When she reached the last step

she faltered and landed on her knees.

She struggled to stand.

It hurts but Rebecca didn’t cry.

The woman was in the garden.

She was so beautiful.

She looked like of those butterflies.

But what Rebecca wanted most was

for the woman to really see her,

to touch her.

So she would know that

the little girl was real.

Rebecca hesitated,

but in a small steps she came to her.

Then she stopped three feet

from the woman’s back.

She raised her small hand

to touch the her arm,

the woman didn’t move.

She tried to call her name softly.

She guessed the woman heard her

because finally she turns her head.

But the rain started to pour from heaven

so the woman started to pull away from

her touch without looking down at her.

As if the woman never knew

she was there.

As if she never felt her touch.

Did the rain wash her away?

The woman walked away.

Rebecca ran after her until her legs hurt.

She kept on calling her name, “Mama! Mama!”

Her mama did not look back.

She just kept on walking

until she finally disappeared.

Rebecca stopped running

but her tears didn’t.

Her tears continued to dance along with the rain.

Until she started to fade away.

Until Rebecca became invisible...

It was July 10, 2012 when I wrote this short story. The little girl is me...