More than a Fragrance…

She walked down platform 2 at Cotton Green Station…enchanting little girl…her tiny blouse and flowing skirt wrapped around and being pulled by the wind…her fragile frame painfully visible…her basket of flowers held high…unknown little girl…spreading a sweet sad song as she passed by…a song that the wind played around with and then carried far away…the song’s fragrance lingering around her…there was a grace in her every step…a beauty in the way she moved against the wind…a vulnerability…mixed with a strength…
She held the basket firmly…like it was all she felt she had…like it was her ‘now’ and it held her ‘later’…she looked into her basket…curls and curls of delicate jasmine…intricately woven together by a single coarse strand of thread…
With every sleepy bud that she’s picked, she made a wish…with every twist of her wrist and turn of the string, she’d let a tear roll down…among those coils, lost in that fragrance, lay hidden all that she wanted to be…
They were more than flowers to adorn pretty hair…the fragrance was more than momentary…they were a part of who she was…the only way to continue living her life was to find a way to give away today’s dreams to a stranger so that come tomorrow, she’d have a chance to dream again…