Her first glimpse of him was blurred: someone passed in front and he turned, blocking her view. She stared for a little while, watching his straight posture, and the slightly glowing light around him, giving him an aura of amazement. She wanted to approach him, maybe even say a word, but something held her back. She was too awed to speak to the man, but for the same reason she did not leave either, not wanting to take her eyes off this glowing person.
Then he was at her side. “Child,” he said, standing frighteningly close to her on the crowded sidewalk. “You see me.” She nodded. No one else seemed to; people passed this wonder of a man without a second glance. Not her though.
“You have been looking at me for some time, have you not?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, then averted her eyes, “I was.”
“It is quite all right,” said the man. “I have been watching you.” She raised her eyes just a bit. “For some time too,” he added.
“What have you been doing that for?” she inquired.
“I have recognized great things in you.” he explained.
“Great things?” she asked her heart lifting.
“Ay, great and powerful things!” he smiled, showing perfectly straight teeth as he did so. “You see the world differently. In your mind, it is as if we are in only one out of many, many planets. And somewhere, sometime, you wish to embark on a journey of your own. You do not seem to believe your teachers.” His tone and expression were unreadable.
The girl looked at him skeptically; “You do not know me, but you seem to know my innermost thoughts!”
His eyes brightened, turning a deep shadow of gold as he ignored her and went on, “You are not like the others.” His voice scratchy yet clear and strong, “You see people like the rain and winds, like the storm and waves, unexpected yet appeasable, strange yet powerful.” This time his voice filled every cell in her body with a sense of amazement as his eyes turned a dark shade of crimson.
“You have pride in you, but the ability to acknowledge other opinions as well. That is a good trait.”
She liked him for being bold and straightforward, yet disliked him for seeing who she was instantly. She felt like a see-through glass, or a mirror. She wished she was bigger at that moment, she wished to be huge.
“Yet you are special, and I admire you. When you grow older, perhaps you will accept me as your friend.” He turned and was about to leave when she grabbed onto his cloak.
“Who are you? “ she blurted out.
“I?” he asked, shrinking until even when standing on his tippy toes he did not reach her chin. “I am—” and now he towered several building high above her, “—a figment of your imagination.”
Talya Thunder is fifteen and lives in Israel. She writes, reads a lot, and loves museums. Talya writes to understand and analyze people, situations and the world around her. She has written many poems, studied poetry independently from books, and only in the past year turned to short stories as well.