Mark

Ella liked the word "childhood." She pictured hers with flowing cloak attached, keeping her safe, protecting her secret feelings from the world, a childhood miraculously still fitting her perfectly. She closed her eyes and felt lucky to have one in sky-blue and yellow. It was so light Ella felt no weight from the fabric at all as the bus lurched to a stop, brakes hissing resignedly. Her eyes opened to search for Ray.