She was strange, not me. But the girl next door. She was strange in every facet, form her oversized swimming shoes, to her wild dark hair. The thing that fascinated me the most was how she wore bright blue goggles every time I saw her. Each day, at around seven in the evening, she would ride her old-fashioned bike away, to somewhere.
I once talked to her, she didn’t take off her goggles. She only smiled and went away. I never once had seen her parents. Only her house, and her house, too, was strange. It was an old wooden house with a melancholy weeping willow next to it. In the morning, I would see her water the tree.
My parents thought her strange too, though they never said anything.
One evening, I tried talking to her again. I asked where she was heading. She nervously clenched her bicycle and bit her lower lip. I continued to ask. Why did she cover her eyes with her goggles? She answered this time, but with a vague answer.
“Fly.” And she biked away into the distance.
I grew ever the more curious. One evening, I decided to follow her. After she had biked a good distance away, I rode my bike after her.
She was heading toward the great pine forest. I was frightened, but determined. Once at the forest, I got down from the bike. It was freezing cold. I had goosebumps. The sound of wolves echoed across the great forest. My goosebumps doubled.
I saw her bike nearby, on the ground. There were no footsteps, no trail of where she headed. How could that be? Had the wolves found her first before me? I went in the forest.
I heard the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. Wolves howling in the distance. The very sound made my heart skip a beat. Then they were closer. They came closer.
I wanted to run, but my feet were frozen. I could see them. But they were not chasing me, but a large white swan.
The eyes of the swan were large yellow marbles reflecting the light of the full moon. I was enchanted by them. It wasn’t flying. Why can’t it fly?
It seems to be looking at the moon as it came out of the clouds. Then, it flew.
It flew off and perched on the branch of a willow tree. It then looked at me and seemed to say, “Go away, why are you here?”
Then I realized, that the girl had flown.