She wore a white dress, the little girl. Her hair was in blonde ringlets and her eyes were sparkling blue. She wore a smile upon her face, her peach-colored face with the rosy cheeks. She was one of the most beautiful little children one might see. People knew that she would probably grow up and be an even more beautiful woman. Some might think that she would grow up and marry a handsome man and have beautiful children, but most did not want to think that. Such innocence, it should not be spoiled.
The child deserved angel wings for how beautiful she was. Long ago, there were statues of cherubs that she resembled.
And at that age, she was oblivious to how horrible the world was. But there were people years older than her that were still oblivious to it.
She walked along the streets, holding a small, slightly withered bouquet of daisies and baby's breath in her tiny hands. People on the streets would smile as she passed, some would whisper, "Oh isn't that just the sweetest little sight you've ever seen?" And the girl kept a smile upon her face, and she kept walking.
Up ahead, there was an Agent bullying a man. She could see him. Of course, everyone could see them, but only a few could see what they did. There was a gunshot, and the man fell to the ground, blood smeared on the wall behind him. The girl stared in wonder.
The Agent turned to her, his sunglasses glinting in the light. "What are you doing here?" He asked sternly. His gun was shiny and drawn towards her. The girl was unaware that this Agent could kill her in an instant. He did not want to be bothered with her, he really didn't. He could be rinsed of her completely if he just pulled the trigger.
With her angelic aura, she lifted the bouquet of flowers up to his chin, where she could reach. He wasn't used to flowers at all. The girl said in a soft voice, "Here you go, sir. I picked these. I think you should have them." The Agent did not say anything. He hesitated, and then he reached out and took the bouquet from her. He did not know what to do except say, "Thank you." The little girl turned away and began skipping down the street away from him, humming a little tune.
And the Agent just stood there, holding the flowers.