The Girl Who Wasn’t

Fantasy

Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay

Once upon a time — you know these words, as if they were vital to your life’s blood, as if they were a spell that would free you from a curse. But words are only words, or so we are taught. We don’t think on the power of our words, especially the old ones that can cut as if they are sharp knives. We think our words fall flat to the ground as soon as we utter them, but instead they fly on stealthy wings, as straight as…