She was the one that got away, the one that will forever tug on our heart strings. For one summer, she flashed across the sky like a meteor, lighting everything anew. Then, just as suddenly, she was gone.
She was a mystery from the day she arrived on the bus, all wet, and scrawny and scared, until they day she left. After a while, nothing she did or said surprised us, it just wasn’t expected.
We could only guess why she landed in our town. She arrived covered in blood, with a knife in her pocket. She left much the same way. And yet, she could be the sweetest thing.
We never even knew her name, only the name she gave us, Ruby Tuesday.