The Chosen - Part 5c - By Nova

Tyler wanted to talk more but I didn't want to listen so I turned my face away from him and looked out the window. I was more interested in making sure I had a good idea of where we were than anything he had to say. Both of them tried to talk to me, Tyler twice, until he finally got the message and gave up. That didn't mean he stopped talking. Instead he and Amy talked and I could tell they were deliberately talking about me in hopes I would join in or at least ask a question. I tuned that out too.

It was getting late in the day and there were people out walking and riding their bicycles. More of them than I remembered on foot and less traffic then there should have been. I hadn't been out this way in a long time. Even when I had a house and car I didn't come out this way much.  Then I spotted a Lemonade Girl.  I loved every Lemonade Girl I saw but they were rare, very rare, and it was nice to spot one. Especially a summer Lemonade Girl.

Lemonade Girls were special for a lot of reasons. This one was walking down the sidewalk and magically the traffic thickened and I had a minute or two to capture her in my heart. She was walking with a friend. Her hair was brown with streaks of sun and she was wearing a white summer dress that came down to her knees. She was slim, perfect, and knew the secrets of  butterflies. She was slender sweetness, innocence, and much of what she knew she didn't believe. She was white light, grass freshly cut, summer brown skin and wide eyed inside her heart and head.

She was someone who just by holding your hand as you walked down the street would make your heart burst. She was sitting on the porch, talking softly, and watching the fireflies dance while you drank lemonade in slippery clear glasses with ice that chimed. She liked animals of every kind and would cry when she told you about the squirrel she saw get run over that morning. She didn't understand that Demons danced late at night not far from where she slept. She was on the other side of a screen door, dinner cooking, and flowers. She was the one you loved until you died and who you would wait for on the other side if you went first.  I never had a Lemonade Girl in my life and probably never would. As we left her behind I asked HIM to watch over and protect her.