Curly Red Haired Girl
Have you seen the new curly red haired girl?
Cannot say that I have, he replied, wondering.
Why was everyone saying this to him?
This was the fourth person who had asked.
There she is! Four people shouted, watching his reaction.
The minute he saw her, he understood why.
She looked like his mother had looked when she was young.
She had died when he was six, but he remembered her face.
Her hair was a bit darker than this girl’s but her eyes were the same.
Everyone wants us to meet, the girl told him, except she was not a girl.
He invited her to lunch and they talked; she was a terrific listener.
He felt he had regained a tiny bit of his mother, which was soothing.
I guess I remind people of your mother? She suggested.
She looked a lot like you, he admitted, but she was not a great listener.
I prefer speaking to you.
And he was not fibbing.
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