the young girl skipped through the forest, the flowers she picked inside of her black overalls pocket. She crouched down to pick a flower.

her demeanor was sweet-looking.. but she would be a little more expressive if she ever spoke.. and didn’t always have the Paper bag over her head.. it’s odd.. the eye holes that she cut into the bag.. didn’t show her eyes.. they only showed black darkness..

she crouched down, seemingly looking at the flower.