Anne

As you walk home from the party, you put your hands in the pockets of your hoodie, sheltering them from the cold winds howling through your Colorado neighborhood. The moon is full just above head and the stars are shining beautifully. It is October and some of the trees are beautiful golden yellow. A breeze ruffles your hair a little and blows a few leaves from the tree you are directly under. You breathe in the warm pine scent that always seems to fill the Colorado area and look toward the moon. As you turn to step toward your street, you notice a little girl in a white dress sitting below an aspen tree. She hums an unfamilliar tune gently and your curiosity peaks. You...