Endings1997Endings by renaissance1912
It was kindergarten. We were sitting under a painted rainbow.
You could change it all now, you know, she said.
I looked at her. Change what? I said. My face was smudged with crayon and little-girl curiosity.
Your life, she said. You could change what happens later. In a few years you wont like it very much. Do you want to change it?
Why? I asked, worried. What happens?
She shrugged. Nothing much, really. Nothing horrible.
My brow creased. Again and again, now, I watch that brow crease, watch the wrinkles appear on a smooth clear forehead.
Well, I said, whats the problem, then? I was about to discount her, to write off her words as just another unfulfilled prophecy. I looked up to where the birds were wheeling in the sky. White on blue: you had to squint to see them.
She made her way along the ledge beneath the mural, alternating her steps, one foot on, one