Feb 04, 2011 16:55
She went for a walk, angry (Alone.) and hit a car's side-mirror with toughened muscles.
She looked at it. And laughed. Then hit another one. (Find a coterie.)
A third. (Stay alone!)
Ha! (Like minded people.) She hit a fourth, knocking the piece of metal off and sending it skittering away across the pavement. Flickering sparks - light reflecting off broken mirror - danced over the asphalt and lay still.
She looked down the row of cars and avoided counting how many were ahead.
A brighter step, cheerier, and she brought her arm up to hit a fifth.