The Girl

 Draft - maybe creative writing?


I talked to the girl. The shy, unsure girl.
Something bothers her
Unable to give a name, didn't give me her age. 
She said she was from Denmark,
There was a hint of anger in her movement
The candle flickered, flickered and flickered but she could not blow it out she told me as the flame moved from side to side growing and shrinking, gaining light then still. Gently glowing again.
The room stayed quiet as she slowly answered my questions. Polite she was, did not try to escape, did not scare me. 
I ask of her name one last time. She moves. "Over".
Over I ask? Do you want us to leave? 
Yes. Yes Yes. Over. 
Goodbye.
Maybe I scared her. Maybe she scared me. 
She rushed off in a hurry, something bothering her, running off to wherever girls like her go.
I will try to find the girl from Denmark. Maybe she will find me.