The Sisters Three

They were peaceful. They were happy. They were sweet.

But it all changed.

Gentle snowflakes of the purest white cascaded down from above. The snow covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the wind was gentle as it blew down the street. Almost every child who lived there was outside, having snowball fights and building snowmen. But three children stood out the most. The young girls sat on the side walk, wrapped up in woolen clothes like the rest, but the thing that made them different was they refused to join the others. They simply sat there, talking. But not to each other.

They were talking quietly, almost mumbling, to someone else, but no one could see who. No one could ever understand them. Only the girls. Only ever them.

However,ack in the snow-laden street, the girls were interrupted. An older boy, maybe three years older than the eldest girl, came marching up to them, snowball in hand. He stood in front of them, and scowled down at them.

"Oi!" He said, causing the girls to simultaneously look up to him with expressionless faces.

"Yes?" They asked in unison.

A little frightened by their unified and immediate response, the boy stood with mouth agape for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Freaks," He asked, trying his best to keep calm and hold the viciousness in his voice.

"What did you call us?" They said, standing up from their place on the paving stones, and looked the boy directly in the eyes.

He shivered. All three were staring at him, their gaze not once wavering. It was as if they could see straight through to his soul, like they were silently judging him. He certainly felt judged. He didn't have the nerve for this anymore. So with one last call of 'Freaks!' he ran off, and the girls resumed their place on the side walk.

They continued their earlier conversation, sat there all day. Long after the last child had been called inside before dark, they continued to sit there. Eventually they stopped speaking, and just sat, hand in hand, as if they were waiting.

An old man was taking a late night stroll, and saw the girls. He knew them well. He saw them every night, every day. He at first if they had parents around, they said no. He asked if they had a home, they 'we live with the spirits here'. Soon they opened up to him, and he accepted their crazy ideas.

"Goodnight girls," He said a he entered his home.

"Goodbye Mr. Dickens," They said.

That was the last anyone ever saw of them. That was last word spoken to them.

Nobody truly knows what happened to those three girls. It was known that they were sisters, but that was all. They were the three sisters.

And on their grave it is enscribed.

The Sisters Three

I'll let you decide what happened.