The Laugh of a Pigtailed Child

‘What are you looking for?’ the serious girl with the bright blue eyes asked me.

I could have answered with so many things. A story not yet written. A woman as fair as she is fine. A cure to man’s ambitions. The cry of a mute or a painting by the blind.

But I didn’t speak; she answered the question in my eyes.

’Toilet’s that way.’

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