Foggy Days

The wind blew steadily, chilling the girl

To her bones and dampening her clothes with the

Ever present mist. Tiny water droplets dotted her glasses.

Blurred images of cars darted past, the whoosh of their

Passing faded into the background as the girl dreamed.

Cars became children and the fog cleared, revealing the

Bright blue skies, sun beating down on the black asphalt of a

Playground, the air hazy with heat.

Thump thump thump ends when a red ball escapes the hand of a

Child playing handball against a classroom bungalow. Giggles

Fill the air as a gaggle of young girls pelt down the schoolyard.

The girl remembered. Days of laughter and running and bouncing.

Wearing the school uniform every day. Giggling

Over which girls liked which boys. Worrying about not

Liking any boy but the pretty teacher.

Screech. Shaken from her reverie, the girl

Climbed onto the bus. Shivering when the warmth of the heater

Hits, forcing her to notice how chilly her damp clothes became.

She tightened her grip on the pole as the bus pulled away,

Turning when another chilly hand slips into her free one.

She rests her head on the shoulder of the other, the chill

Seeping back into her from the damp cloth. She watched

As the fog blanketed the world in white, and smiled.