...pulling her thin jacket tightly over her chest and letting her sleeves cover all but her cold fingertips. she would rather freeze in the wind beneath the shade tree than move to the sunny spot three feet to her right.... the warmth would only remind her of him and of the days they spent laughing in the sunshine while he pushed her gently on the swingsets at the lake... she is not in the mood to think of such things.
where are the people today? it is early... it is quiet... a voice is heard in the distance, and she looks up slowly with a gleam of hope in her eyes... the voices fades and blends with the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping... the sun hides behind a cloud and she misses its presence.
she needs something new to keep her occupied. her mind is bored with her surroundings. same faces. same stereotypes. so she enters the building... tiny dim hallways lined on either side with alternating doors and posters... she sits down and smiles. she loves being alone as much as she hates it... she reaches for her pen and paper, and she wants to scream... but she forces another smile and thinks of daisies growing wild in a field by the highway...
No comments:
Post a Comment