The Mind Market

Isha gazed at her reflection adjusting her brown hair into a ponytail. She resembled her mother in looks and her father in personality—quiet and creative. In her yellow top and worn jeans she felt nothing special the dullness in her eyes a constant reminder of her past. Memories of that night when the bombings killed her parents flooded her mind: the explosion the rush to escape and the tragic fall of her mother. The blood the shock—it all lingered leaving Isha with a heart forever empty.