The girl sat on a bench. She wore sunglasses over her eyes and carried a small cane in her grasp. She had been in the park waiting for her mother to finish her walk. The girl would have walked but she didn’t feel like it.
The girl just sat there, waiting.
Her long black hair had flowed as a breeze swept passed the bench. It was slightly cold but not too cold. She had pale skin that would rival the snow itself. It wasn’t surprising considering she rarely went outside. She had decided she wanted to get a bit of fresh air today for reasons unknown to even her. The girl wore a coat over a plain red T-shirt and black pants to go along with it. A camera broke the silence that overtook the girl. She looked in it’s direction.
“Sorry, did I scare you?” A boy said. His voice was slightly raspy. She could tell he had been out for a while considering the fact he was chattering a bit when he spoke to her.
“No.” Was her simple answer. She looked around trying not to be suspicious. She tried to glance at things around her, though she probably just ended up staring at a trash can by the laugh that the boy had given off.
“It’s pretty out isn’t it. I was just taking a few pictures of it.” She looked around. She didn’t notice the scenery. She couldn’t notice the world around her.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell, though I’ll take your word for it.” She smiled and looked in the direction of his voice. She looked away again.
“That’s a shame. It really is beautiful.” He said. She couldn’t see him, yet she knew he had been smiling to her. She could feel him look down then back up with something in his hand.
A silence overtook the two. The girl sat and the boy took a look at the pictures he had made before he started to talk to her.
“I think this is the prettiest picture I’ve taken in my lifetime of photography.” He said. He pulled his camera near her. She didn’t look at it. His smile slowly faded from his face. He snapped at the girl trying to earn her attention.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I understand the picture, can you explain?” It was odd, though she wanted to know what the picture was.
“It’s a chiranthodendron pentadactylon.” He stated. The girl wondered how he was even able to remember or say those words.
She chuckled. “A what?” She asked.
“It’s a devils hand flower. It’s got amazing stamens that are long, well only five are technically. They reach out as if they were a,”
“Hand?” The girl interrupted. The boy nodded with a smile. The girl smiled back to him slightly.
“I took the picture while I was on a school trip to Guatemala. That’s where the flower grows. The tree’s called árbol de las manitas, or the monkey hand tree.” The girl could tell he was quite informed on the entire subject. She smiled as he started to go into extra detail about the picture. He talked about it’s real significance and symbolism. He was crazy! She didn’t mind the over explanation from him. The girl listened to his raspy voice before hearing a different voice from her left.
The girl turned to the voice. The boy stopped explaining and looked in the same direction as the girl.
There stood a woman. “Sera!” The woman called again. The girl, now known as Sera, stood up carefully. She grabbed her cane like object and tapped it against the ground. She felt her surroundings light up. “Let me help you.” The woman said. Sera smiled. “You know that you aren’t suppose to be walking around alone until you get the hang of hearing your surroundings.”
“Mom, I’ve been doing perfectly fine on my own with it.” Sera said. She smiled slightly and looked to the unknown woman. Sera surveyed her voice slightly and pushed up the glasses that started to come down slightly on her face. She laughed.
“It only happened recently, we don’t need another accident.” Sera nodded. She clicked her cane against the ground again. She turned around to the boy who still sat on the bench. He looked at her slightly confused.
“Thank you for explaining the chira flower thing to me.” Sera said. The boy laughed.
“Anytime.” He replied. Sera pulled down her glasses to reveal her misty eyes. He looked at her with a pause before she waved her hand and turned around. His eyes filled with confusion and shock.
“Bye… Sera.” He said.
“See ya…” she started.
“James.” He finished for her. She nodded, though he could barely see.
“See ya… James.”
The thing Sera would never know is the fact that he had known all along, and had a picture to prove it.