Dissipation
Melissa
Outside the Sam Parnell Home for Research and Rehabilitation, the wind howled.
A child moaned and started beating his head against the wall in time with the wind. Other kids joined him, drowning out the howl in a cacophony of screeching, moaning, beating, and keening. Adults hurried around, trying to calm them.
Over by the window, a tiny hand was pressed against the cold glass. A little girl with long, straight brown hair stared out into the snow. She frowned, concentrating, trying to ignore the noise and hear the snow whisper against the window. The snow had stories to tell- stories of mountains, and high, dense clouds, and whirling journeys through the sky. She closed her eyes to concentrate better.
And then, she felt it.
She couldn’t tell what it was. Every time she reached out for it, it scooted away. She frowned harder.
Finally, she got something else-it was some sort of change.
Satisfied, she opened her eyes, leaning on the windowsill, watching the pandemonium around her. She could wait.
A child moaned and started beating his head against the wall in time with the wind. Other kids joined him, drowning out the howl in a cacophony of screeching, moaning, beating, and keening. Adults hurried around, trying to calm them.
Over by the window, a tiny hand was pressed against the cold glass. A little girl with long, straight brown hair stared out into the snow. She frowned, concentrating, trying to ignore the noise and hear the snow whisper against the window. The snow had stories to tell- stories of mountains, and high, dense clouds, and whirling journeys through the sky. She closed her eyes to concentrate better.
And then, she felt it.
She couldn’t tell what it was. Every time she reached out for it, it scooted away. She frowned harder.
Finally, she got something else-it was some sort of change.
Satisfied, she opened her eyes, leaning on the windowsill, watching the pandemonium around her. She could wait.