A little girl stares intently at the moving laser lights projected on the sidewalk in front of the bar by the subway station. She watches, perfectly still, as they join and separate in a simple pattern.
They change colors from red to green and back again, until, with a tiny leap, she lands on top of a cluster of them just as they burst into separate points.
A short, thin man with a scraggly beard watches her with a bored expression as he smokes in front of the bar, and even when she jumps with all the joy and energy of a leaping gazelle, he stands there, cigarette dangling from his hand, no expression.
One year ago today: Taste the Rainbow
Three years ago today: The Gift
Nine years ago today: 1-31-08 Wealth. I don't has it.