Life's Spark

Chapter 1: Curiosity

I sit on a small little bench in the park and watch the funny little humans. Little ones are running around the park screeching, like the pterodactyl's that used to soar through the skies. Their parents stood in little groups, their eyes sunken in and dark like they had the plague. I watch them observantly. One little girl with curly brown pigtails sat alone in a flower patch admiring the flowers. She reminded me of when the humans used to pick their rations from the ground. I spend a few minutes observing her when she suddenly turns, as if sensing a stare. Her big emerald eyes look into my ash ones. She continues to stare at me, I know I am not visible to her human eyes and her intense stare unsettles me. She gets up, not taking her eyes off me.

 She waddles towards me, her fleshy legs causing her to fumble. She comes near inches to me and I am wordless. I give her a small thing they call a smile, it feels awkward and unfit on me. She holds up a lonely little daisy to my face. I sit and stare at the little girl holding the little daisy up to me. She puts it closer as if urging me. I reach out and the circle of dead grass spreads with my hand. I hover over it and like I expect it to shrivels, petals turning to ash and floating to the ground. 

Instead of crying out or running away, she looks at me and beams a big bright toothy smile. Her cheeks swirl with vibrant shades of reds and pinks. The embers in my ash eyes burn brightly. Her mother calls for her. She waves to me and waddles away. I watch her little head bob as she swings her parents arms and sways back and forth giggling. She glances back at me curiously. I wave to her with one of those smiles on my face, but this time it came without thinking.

When she is no longer in my sight I sit back on the bench. I glance down and see the flower. I pick up the ashes and remains of the lonely little daisy and place it inside my robes. I watch the skies blues mix with first the oranges then the pinks as the bright sun sets.