Pinch

Narrowing her sight to just one eye, the child squashes people like tiny army ants between her fingers; and they don’t even notice that she’s watching. One of the ants, who was dressed in suitable black- not for a funeral, gazes at the girl. His brief case is swinging, it hits another man passing, he seems angry. She smites them both; that was satisfying. A woman passes, who looks like a lawyer but could pass for a carpenter ant, witnessing the child’s action, looks to be disturbed by it. What could the winged one, the disapproving one, the uptight one know about the innocent girl? She places her fingers around the woman; suddenly, she’s gone, the one who judged got what she deserved. Even if only in a dream-state, bringing justice to her world made the child feel like flying.