there was a girl called Honey. She looked so sad when she was standing by the bus-stop with her rabbit. Every day she stood there. People who saw her might have felt sorry for her, but no one ever stopped and asked her. Until one day. An old woman with wrinkles all over her face and with a back who was bend of time. She walked up to her and asked:
-Hey hunni, what is the matter, hun? Honey, who was used to be all alone shone up and then she was sad again.
-I am missing something, she replied.
–Oh what can that be, a young pretty girl with her rabbit, what are you missing? The old woman looked puzzled.
–My soul, was the unexpected answer.
–Your soul, no, that must be wrong. I can see you have a soul, but you look kind of…pale..?
–Yes, Honey answered. Pale and without soul.
The old woman looked thoughtful. Then she said:
-It isn´t your soul you are lacking, standing here all without colors. No, it is some colors to express your soul!! The old woman looked happy. Oh, I know a cardmaker, she can give you some colors, I am sure of it. Let´s walk with me and we will see.
–The expressing of my soul?! the now little more happy Honey said. Yes, yes, it is the expressing of my soul that is lacking! She almost jumped off joy now. Oh and where is that cardmaker of yours? She asked the old woman.
–Hehe, we’re almost there now, my friend. You see that house over there? Just go and knock the door. She will know what to do. You are expected. Honey got something that almost looked like colors on her cheek.
–Thank you, she whispered. But when she turned her head to take a last glance of the old woman, she was gone. On steady legs Honey walked over to the house. She rang the doorbell. I opened.
–Hey Honey, I said. Come on in, it is your turn now.
The End
Hugs Lotta
