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The Attempt

  For the first time ever, I saw this girl, shy of her appearance. She always covered more than half of her face and the littlest could be seen or said about her looks. Most people, even I, thought she was abnormal. To think of it, who would cover her face totally in the era of no Covid? She came to town each weekend to get some items to feed herself. I would stare at her for minutes, just trying to figure out who she was, why she was so secretive, and why she always shielded away from people. My father was a hunter. He had two kids, Troy and I. Troy always questioned confusedly as to why I would always stare at the hidden-faced girl each time she came by. Truthful to myself, I also wondered why I did that. There was just this feeling-words can't explain- but I felt she needed a friend, at least someone to talk to, and I wanted to be that person. I kept staring at the hidden-faced girl whenever she came to town during weekends. I felt like approaching her; it occurred to me, what would I tell her? My name, my personality, what exactly? I flushed down all those thoughts and made up my mind confidently to talk to her. As I took unsure steps, I was just two steps away from her. I was halfway through uttering my first word.

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