"Just a little. Around the edges. Like a halo made of static electricity."
Ranie Mae couldn't argue with that. She looked out at the sleepy town of Oakhaven, knowing that the boring days were over. She was a leak in the world, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't trying to patch herself up. She was ready to see what would flow through.
"Wait!" Leo grabbed her sleeve.
The story really began on a Tuesday, under the bleachers of the high school football field. Ranie Mae was hiding there, eating her lunch away from the cacophony of the cafeteria, when she dropped her juice box. ranie mae
"Okay," Leo wheezed, adjusting his glasses. "Not an updraft."
She counts the drops on window glass, each one a year she’ll never get back. The garden drowns, the mailbox sags, but Ranie Mae just hums in black.
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"Absolutely," Leo grinned. "Better than Apple Blossom season, though." She looked out at the sleepy town of
She reached the anchor. It was cold, pitted, and ugly.
She was a girl who moved through the world like a whispered secret. At seventeen, she was slight, with hair the color of roasted chestnuts and eyes that seemed to be constantly adjusting to a light only she could see. While other kids in her class were worrying about prom dates or the chemistry final, Ranie Mae was worrying about the hum.
Ranie Mae took his hand. As he pulled her up, the grass around their feet sprouted a single, impossible blue flower—one that didn't belong in Oakhaven, or anywhere else on Earth.
Leo looked at the empty field, then back at her. He smiled—a crooked, genuine smile. "Don't be. I've been waiting for something to happen in this town for seventeen years, Ranie Mae. I just didn't expect the something to be you ."
"How?"