Sitting behind a brightly lit, rainbow painted counter.
It was silent, just like an abandoned library in the middle of the woods. It was more my scene and my speed. People walked past with their partners, being happy and free but I couldn’t.
I was scared of people finding out. They can’t find out.
Mainly my parents due to needing them for support during college but during the holidays, I have to lie to them. Every single day. Every single hour. Every single second. Every single breath. Every single atom on the earth.
I would go into the local yarn shop and help out to pay for food and rent for college. I would look at the bright colours for hours on end and would make squares from a few to help people who would want to start knitting. I gave demonstrations but I found it hard to speak to people as I don’t want people to find out about the real me. Not yet.
Until she walked in.
The beautiful butterfly that could set me free.
Her hair flowing behind her, sending a sent off her of Pomegranate and Lemon sent. She was someone that was not on my wavelength but could be someone who could save me.
She reminds me like an angel but with knee high socks and wearing a cosplay outfit that came from a game. She walked over to a shelf to pick out a purple, pink and blue. My pride colours. She looked at the needles and picked out a bright blue pair as well as a grey pair before walking over to me. I scanned the balls of yarn and needles.
“That’s £5 please” I smiled.
She paid as I put her things in the paper bag that could be used in craft projects before leaving.
However, before she opened the door, she turned round to look at me.
“You know, I have a group that loves to knit pride flags and we need a bigger place to knit. I was wondering if we could rent out the tables for a couple of times a week” She spoke.
“Sure. If you tell me what days you want to come in, I can keep the tables free” I smiled.
She came over and looked in the diary. Saturdays and Sundays were free for the tables.
“Saturdays and Sundays are free. Only a couple of people would come in to buy yarn but its usually our free days” I smiled.
“I’ll take them days. How much would it be for them days?” She smiled.
“Usually they are £40 per day but its half price on the weekends” I smiled.
“That’s fine by me” She smiled.
I grabbed a pen and put ‘tables are booked’.
“What name can I put down?” I smiled, clicking the pen.
“Lexi. Lexi Trance” She smiled.
I wrote it down. As I lifted my head, she left. Without a trace.
The only thing that was in my mind was the scent of her shampoo. And her eyes. Them eyes w