[at-l] Just as it was

[AThiker at smithville.net (Felix)]

There was no one in the park today. No one. The wind barely blew the 
swings. The grass just laid there, dying in the sun. The air was so 
heavy and wet that I saw things in blurs. Nothing, nothing, felt right. 
I imagined the guys playing basketball. Their shoes squeeking as they 
ran. Occasionally the rim would rattle as a missed shot ricocheted this 
way or that. Hands in the air wanting passes their way. As I imagined 
on, the merry-go-round, rusty at its pivot, moaned as a little girl made 
it spin. Her hair, the color of clear straw, reflected the sun as a 
slight breeze tossed it across her face. She brushed it aside as she 
looked at me. Her eyes were blue, piercing blue, and they stared at me, 
and through me. A boy yelled her name as he slid down a slide. She 
ignored him so she could continued staring at me. The boy yelled again, 
calling her name. And, again. There were no other sounds but the boy 
yelling and the merry-go-round spinning.  There was no one in the park 
today. 

-- 
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ME-->GA '98
"Your Move"
ALT '03 KT '03
http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/