Echoes

High on the side of a great red stone canyon, as the sun climbed ever loftier in the robin egg-blue sky, a teen-age girl stood.
The wind played her shining-gold hair about her face, tendrils slid across her nose and mouth, small strands sticking to her recently chap-sticked lips. Her pastel colored skirt swirled around her legs as a few birds rode upon the summer time breeze. She seemed as if she were waiting for something; a certain time, or an appointed signal.
The girl waited for an occasion, standing still as a rose, only until the sun reached its climax in the heavens. She cupped her delicate hands around her pink mouth.
“Starboy! Where are you!” she cried into the still and sunlit canyon. Echoes played off the rosy-orange rocks, undulating back and forth, and becoming increasingly quieter.
The girl began to turn as the echoes slowly died away; her shoulders bent in defeat and betrayed hope.
As she took her first step away from the fissure, fine red dust rising from the ground underneath her bare feet, a whisper, barely audible, light and tender as a white feather, reached her curved ear.
"...here I am..."