The Little Girl In Grey
Dark.
Grey.
Rain hits the earth making everything glisten despite the lack of light.
One dim street lamp lights the spot where she stands.
Curls.
Perfect.
Spiraling down her back, despite, or perhaps because of, the water in the air.
Pink.
Bright.
Aberrant.
Not a thing about this child says she should be here, and yet she stands.
In the small light of the road.
She looks at her toys lying about her dripping in the rain.
This small creature, an anomaly.
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