Penelope once found a boy inside her heart. He was lost.
All in all, he was in her heart for a day and a half.
He was a little younger than her. He had messy brown hair. He smiled a lot, but not at first. His name was Finn. The day he arrived in her heart, it was completely by accident. He had been on his way home after school and took a shortcut through the woods that made sense in his head but was in fact completely off course. A few wrong turns later and voilà: He was in Penelope’s heart.
He walked around in it, not realizing at first that he should not be there, that little girls’ hearts are huge places where wandering aimlessly was not always the best of plans. There is, after all, no map for young girl’s hearts. He eventually realized he was no longer homeward-bound and tried to retrace his steps but he just got more lost. Eventually, he sat down in a warm cozy corner of her heart and started silently weeping for he was afraid, as lost young boys tend to get.
Penelope heard the boy cry; she heard small weeping echoes, a soft, sad song coming from inside her heart. She was in a ballet class — which she took after school twice a week — doing balance exercises. Very melancholic music played, so she initially thought the song was getting to her, and she ignored the cries. But they did not stop. After her…
