Ripples
01/16/2005 02:35 a.m.
A girl in a melancholy mood walks. Her head is bowed and she frowns. She frowns at the wintry sky and at the bare tree branches. She is unhappy, not for any know reason, she just is.
She scuffs her feet on the ground and pauses in front of a pond. The cold gray waters seem to upset her even more. She frowns at it and starts to turn, to go on. But a fish jumps. A silvery flash is all the girl sees, at first. Then she sees the ripples, they seem big, but then they slowly fade away. The girl thinks the ripples didn’t affect anything. Then she notices a log bobbing that wasn’t moving before, slowly up and down. Making it’s own set of ripples. The girl laughs, suddenly happy. She sends out ripples of her own.
An old man walks up his driveway, he thinks of his age, about how his bones ache and how old he is. He drags his feet in dried leaves. The leaves whisper for him not to be sad, but the old man doesn’t hear them. Instead he hears the girls laugh, and he smiles. Knowing that after he is gone, like leaves on a tree, he will be replace with smiling laughing children. He smiles and goes inside to make ripples of his own.
I am currently Indifferent
I am listening to My brothers Tv across the hall