She giggled. The little girl crouching behind the lifeless black filing cabinet giggled. It wasn't the sort of playground laugh you'd expect from a 9 year old. There was almost a cold edge to the sound, something unnatural. The sun barging through the blinds overhead made the large desk in front of her radiate with energy, but encased the frail figure in silhouette. The extreme contrasts in lighting created odd shapes in the empty classroom. The girl's shadowed form became almost a part of the abstract art that was the room. She was completely still. No motion. No sign of joy or fear. Her head leaned against the textured sheetrock, hands folded neatly over bent knees, effortlessly balancing on tiny tennis shoes. She hovered in her black, featureless state and giggled softly.
| May 1, 2005 12:16am | 
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