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Chance Encounter
Oct. 20th, 2003 12:07 amThere was a very little girl, in a very little stroller, out with her daddy for a walk.
The very little girl didn't understand the noises that the big folks made. They were loud. But theone behind the stroller was hers, and she loved him.
The very little girl sat in her stroller and sang to herself. She knew the words, thought the big people didn't. She talked to the things that the big people couldn't see.
Her daddy stopped, and began braying with another one of the big people.
The very little girl studied her shoes, and then sang to them.
She studied the clasp on the belt that held her into the stroller, and decided not to sing to it.
She sang to the carpet, she sang to the racked of dusty clothes. SHe sang for the joy of hearing noise come from her very little chest.
And then she saw one of the big people. The big person was studing her as hard as she was studing the big person. The very little girl tilted her head one way. So did the big person. She tilted her head the other way.
So did the big person.
The very little girl then decided to sing to the big person. Most of the big people didn't understand, and would tell her to shush, but this one... this one was different.
So she sang to the big girl, in her see-sawing little girl voice, and the big girl smiled and murmured along.
The big girl understood!
She sang, and clapped her little girl hands and laughed. The big girl laughed with her, marveling at the absolutely pure, untainted happiness that beamed on the little girl's face.
Suddenly, the little girl threw her hands in front of her face, disarmingly cute eyes pearing out from between splayed fingers. The big girl giggled and did the same.
The time came, and daddy turned the stroller, and took the little girl away, out the door, out into the night.
The big girl watched them go, murmuring goodbye to the little one, hoping that she never loose that essance of happiness.
- K.
The very little girl didn't understand the noises that the big folks made. They were loud. But theone behind the stroller was hers, and she loved him.
The very little girl sat in her stroller and sang to herself. She knew the words, thought the big people didn't. She talked to the things that the big people couldn't see.
Her daddy stopped, and began braying with another one of the big people.
The very little girl studied her shoes, and then sang to them.
She studied the clasp on the belt that held her into the stroller, and decided not to sing to it.
She sang to the carpet, she sang to the racked of dusty clothes. SHe sang for the joy of hearing noise come from her very little chest.
And then she saw one of the big people. The big person was studing her as hard as she was studing the big person. The very little girl tilted her head one way. So did the big person. She tilted her head the other way.
So did the big person.
The very little girl then decided to sing to the big person. Most of the big people didn't understand, and would tell her to shush, but this one... this one was different.
So she sang to the big girl, in her see-sawing little girl voice, and the big girl smiled and murmured along.
The big girl understood!
She sang, and clapped her little girl hands and laughed. The big girl laughed with her, marveling at the absolutely pure, untainted happiness that beamed on the little girl's face.
Suddenly, the little girl threw her hands in front of her face, disarmingly cute eyes pearing out from between splayed fingers. The big girl giggled and did the same.
The time came, and daddy turned the stroller, and took the little girl away, out the door, out into the night.
The big girl watched them go, murmuring goodbye to the little one, hoping that she never loose that essance of happiness.
- K.
