Earring

“Hi, May I come in”, I twisted my neck towards the door squinting my eyes,

hand in my forehead blocking the glare of the setting sun in background.

“Sure, sorry! I thought this room was not reserved?” I started to pack my things.

She walked in clutching a book, her eyes scanning the room.

She glanced at me adjusting her round glances, “you can keep the room, I

am just looking for my earring?”

Have I ever seen her before? Round face, hopeful eyes, and a little scar in her

forehead. I wonder how she got that? Did she fall from a tree?

Wait?? Did she say earring? Oh no! the one I stepped on.

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