The girl with the neon green converse. Her face is covered, rarely ever seen. But her shoes…her shoes! They are lime and bright and always seen. She moves swiftly and gracefully across the pavement, her long dark curls swinging around. She dances and squeals, shouting loudly. Long legs propelling her into the air, her arms twirling up above her head.

She's quiet and deep, her bright shoes speaking for her. With only the glow of the moon and her shoes, she walks closer. She swings her hair back, finally the beauty of her face is revealed! My breath catches as she stands right before me, close enough to smell, to touch, to see! My heart stops as she takes my hand pulls me close.

She whispers,


I love the girl with the green shoes.