Meet the heroine

She lay on her stomach, reaching for words, phrases. Catching literary moths as they fluttered around her. Stretching over the pool of her subconscious, longingly fingering the delicate bloom of genius that floated just out of her grasp. The memories glimmered up from below her, tempting her with emotion too sweet and passion to fragrant to overlook. She had spent her life coveting that particular flower. Had filled the chasm that separated her from it with stories, and endings, and beginnings, and lies too fantastic and truths too mundane. Too often, as she reached, she had ventured from that safe position; too often she had almost drowned in the experiences that tickled her mind from below. Too often she had knelt, or stood, or leaned. Safety lies in planting as much of you as possible on something solid. Resting your ribs, hips, thighs, tops of your feet and even sometimes collarbones on the sturdy ground of reality. Safety lies in never looking down.

Safety never was her strong point.

Our heroine; brilliant, sweet, quick tempered and kind. Dramatic, thoughtful, and unique. Lying in the realistically mundane world which she chose for herself, reliving the fantastic and the bizarre that filled her mind.

Would you like to meet her?

Her name is Victoria. Victoria Hart. She is tall and strong, and beautiful beyond anything she would ever admit. She has the rare combination of strawberry blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. The kind of crystal that sometimes makes you think of a vase of roses, and other times makes you think of shattered elegance. Her eyes are the window to her soul – and she cannot make them lie. They are her one tell, for the rest of her can mold and shift into what you want her to become. She has the immediate personality that freckles lend to any face, and the rare beauty that they give to the fortunate few. She is young, but knows much. She is naïve, but has seen much. She can breathe healing into the oxygen-starved souls of the overlooked, and fire into the hearts of the broken. She can scorch with her gaze, and with one malintended glance she can dash your core into a thousand pieces. She is gentle when those around her do not intend to break down the steel walls she has created. Somehow, she keeps the metal at just the right temperature, so most cannot detect that it is even there. They see what she presents, they accept without any kind of reservation. They never look further.

But why would you? When she is so devastatingly above average? How could there be more than everything you can think of?

Maybe you're not thinking hard enough.