A girl with kaleidoscope eyes…

The line from a Beatles song popped immediately into my head when I saw her. She wasn’t too much to look at, not really out of the ordinary. Just there. Her brown hair was pulled neatly away from her face, tied with a small, white ribbon. I didn’t know why I kept staring at her, but I couldn’t turn away.

She locked eyes with me, as though she knew I had been staring. “I’m Ana,” she said, but my vocal chords weren’t working properly, so I couldn’t reply. Her eyes, they weren’t just one color. They were a rainbow, like the small plastic kaleidoscope I’d received the Christmas I was seven. The hues kept moving, swirling, changing before I really got a good look.

She smiled at me, a soft smile, and with a dancer’s walk, she left, disappeared beyond the horizon.

“Who is she?” I asked another girl. “Ana? The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes?”

She gave me a weird look, the “crazy new girl” one. “Ana? But Devon…” she paused. “Ana’s blind. Her eyes have no color.”
But they did.