Setting Contrasts Her (Girl With Her Tongue Out)

Now her environment is against her

No.

There are children, all running about, looking merry. There are many different ages of children and faces of children, and they're all doing different things and looking differently. They can't be counted. They run and walk and leap, tumble and crawl and stumble, laugh and yell and some cry. Wave, sing, pout. Giggle, point, gather. Put shirts over their heads and, satisfied, grin knowingly. There is a quartet in which each opens her mouth wide and softly screams for laughter's sake, and tightly grasps the hem of the one before. Even the player in front grasps, but for her it is air and joy not out of reach. Their hair plays along and the clouds release a white and red sun, and the ground is soft and inviting beneath their feet, which lift and glide and press. But the quartet, when inspected acutely, suddenly appears to, in actuality, be a trio. The girl once thought the third, now playing solo. Was playing solo. Her feet screeching to a halt instead of soaring, her socks pulled down instead of professionally tight, most intriguing- tongue out. Is she, that solo thinker, disgusted? Sarcastic? Disappointed? Aware...

or alone?

Author's Note

the original photograph- again, alas, couldn't find it online

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE"