She was beautiful..
1..2..3..4……. 10 perfectly formed fingers in balled fists and perfect tiny toes kicking the hospital issued blanket.
Her eyes were scrunched up as though she wanted to block the light around her. Her toothless mouth was open in a soundless wail. A dark fuzz covered her head.
Alice had decided to name the baby after her parents; Emma if it was a girl and Edward if it was a boy.
She would have turned a year old today. Alice moved her fingers over the photograph wondering what the woman who had adopted her baby had named her.
A line around her ankles and thighs, hazy outlines on her arms and a distinct neck line.
On the first day of school after the summer holidays they always compared tan lines. It used to be a measure of holiday excitement.
The things that had changed as she’d grown up.
Sunscreen had become a constant companion as she struggled to maintain her whitish complexion. She stayed in the shade and always made sure she was completely covered. All to keep him interested in her.
She didn’t know how to feel about the ring of pale flesh circling her finger.
She was the spitting image of her mother except for the colour of her eyes. She must have got those from her father. The little girl was oblivious of Rachel’s study as she read aloud from the story book.
She was a transfer student and today was her first day.
The girl’s mother had been in Rachel’s first class. She had called them Lilliputian monsters. They had lived up to their name but she loved them nevertheless.
Rachel smiled thinking of her first day. The Encounter was what she liked to call it as when she told people her story.