Poetry Friday: The Fatima Sisters by Chris Evangelista
She liked to dance, and had studied ballet in high school and college. When she pirouetted, people would stop whatever they were doing and become fixed on her, her thin frame spinning, her hair flowing. She smelled faintly of vanilla and jasmine. She played in the rain and took naps up in birch trees. No one had ever heard her utter a curse word in her entire life.