Useless Love: A Short Story

Her wide soft eyes are brown, the color of innocence, and her hair golden, the shade of royalty. You thought she would be afraid of you, but instead she is curious, persistent; she follows you around as you go about your days, peppering you with questions. At first you’d shrugged her off, showing your annoyance, but secretly you loved it when she came to you and eventually you allow her to tag along without fear of rebuff as you go about…