Wings

She had been blessed with natural beauty.

He studied her sun-kissed face.

There was not even the slightest hint of makeup.

Yet, he felt that she was more beautiful than any girl that had ever been this close to him.

“Hatchi” she sneezed.

“Sorry”, she muttered while trying to regain her original position.

He smiled, she had a voice clear as a river at its source.

“Now class, Jessica has just changed her position, I am curious to see how well you adapt to this change”

He frowned, he had expected a different name.

Jessica continued looking out of the window as if she was observing something beautiful and not the rush hour traffic jam.

“Tom, now that’s interesting!”

Madame Mauve made him jump.

“What is it?”

“Jessica’s face is almost drawn to a photographic precision”

Jessica tried to suppress a giggle and turned scarlet in a flash second.

“Wait until the colour drains from her face, else you will not be happy with the outcome” Madame Mauve advised the class.

“So where was I? Yes. So you left out her scar.”

“What scar?” Tom looked at his drawing and Jessica, puzzled, as he could not see her scar.

Jessica forgot not to move, her hand following the long scar on her face.

“And then Tom, she’s not exactly wearing wings! This is a portrait class and today we are focusing on drawing a photo-like as possible! And wings just don’t fit the picture!”

Tom, looked down at the picture he had drawn.

“What’s going on here? I cannot hear a single pencil!”

Quickly the other students tried to pretend to be working on their portraits, but their smirks gave them away.

They had seen the scar, you had to be blind to miss it.

And Jessica? She was longing for all of these people to go home, so she could finally speak to Tom.

He was the first person that she knew off to have seen her wings.