Yazzie Bee

A young girl is sitting gracefully upon her bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She wonders where she will be when she grows up… Who will be in her life? What will she be like? This child is quite mature for her age of seven years - very considerate of others, conscience of her actions, and very out-going with an optimistic attitude.

A voice which was warm yet pleasantly comfortable like a summer’s breeze, drifted from the tea room. It called out the name “Jazabell” three times, each with a hint of playfulness, before the youngster came back to reality. For no particular reason a smile as contagious as a catchy tune, blissfully appeared on the child’s face as she stood up, before merrily skipping down the hall to mother Patrina.

The mirror which Jazabell had just been sharing thoughts and ideas with through sparkling green eyes, still possessed those eyes… Along with a slowly changing image of Jaz, aging to about nineteen. This reflection in the mirror, which appeared even though there was no longer anyone sitting on the bed opposite, placed a hand almost to glass and disappeared… Leaving a handprint cold unlike one of warmth from a living human being.