“I am telling you, you have to believe me. Listen to me! They are alive. They are waiting. Please!”
No one ever listened to her. Noticed her. Cared for her.
On this night. This dark and dreary, rain soaked night. Water puddling around her ankles, she pleaded with the rush of people running here and there. She tugged on their coats, grabbed at their ankles. They didn’t notice. They rushed with their umbrellas, their papers, their heads covered. They rushed, pushing and hurrying. The only thing on their minds was getting out of the rain.
She knew the rain was just the beginning. But as usual no one saw her. No one cared. They just rushed by. Lost and oblivious.