Anyone There?

She is, this strange creature, the
very embodiment of quirky in the
way that the conceit of self can be
unaware and authentic not the least
bit practised, but yet theatrical in
the extreme. Delicate as a cricket
yet robustly self-assured she makes
quite the presentation with her vivacity
flaming red hair reaching out in all
directions perched on her slender
neck, over an adolescent body worn
by an adult who will never mature.
Mary Poppins, anyone? Of infinitely
more modest design and no fame
whatever once seen she is quite
unforgettable. Her unselfconscious
postures, her tiny baby-voice and
outrageously large blue eyes the
picture of innocence but mind, a
hugely practised innocence leading
anyone who knew her however
briefly to wonder what it was that
motivated the theatre of the absurd
she had designed for herself alone.