Pale

She was perched on the low lying rock fence, cigarette between her lips. Nobody noticed her, rushing past without a second glance for the ghastly girl. Her hair wasn’t ruffled by the light breeze, nor did she have goosebumps like the passers--by. She exhaled, letting a thin stream of smoke fly into the air; it didn’t waver as people marched through it. She gazed out over the crowd with plain grey eyes, until she found me. With a small smile, she hopped off of the wall and offered me a flower -- an orchid.