8. She

She ran down the streets, chasing the lights that twinkled before her eyes in a festive stroke. They traced circles in her dreams, circles of desire and eternity. They sparked will, brought warmth to her navel, encased her in a crystal shell. Then a spiral of fireworks shot from the depths of her eyes, creating an implosion. Deep within, there was a blast and a display of dreams—dreams from every second of her life. They fell into place like destiny. They fell all over her body. She disappeared, and in place there was the Angel of Hope. It rose above the ground, fluttered its wings, and from them clouds of dust invaded the atmosphere. It flew high into the sky, leaving behind wishes and desires counting far more than what she had. The Angel of Hope closed its eyes, enveloped itself with its wings, and soon not a speck of dust was left to prove the Angel of Hope, let alone she, had ever graced the streets.