8 June 2012
I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair red like saffron, her eyes like marbles, cats eye marbles.
She was eight when I joined the church group, I found her sitting outside on The Artist's stone. she was wearing a emerald green dress, thats when I noticed her eyes. I asked her name, 'Cat Scarlett-Rose Perrysingle'. I remember replying with something along the lines of 'what a name' or 'wow.' Anyway she grinned back with the most open mouth, gappy tooth smile and told me to call her Cat.
We'd talk for hours, about our schools, our families, I even told her my most deepest darkest secretes. She became like a diary to me, a sister.
Then she left, just disappeared. I asked everyone at the church receptions, no one knew where she'd gone.
Until last night. It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was in Brighton. I called to the bartender for another round of shots, hoping to get so off my face that I didn't need to remember the pain I'd feel when I'd finally hit the floor after passing out.
That's when I caught her gaze from across the bar. It was her, there could be no mistake. That hair, those eyes. No mistake.
The One Marble I Had To Have • Opuss № I