-CARTWHEEL DOWN THE STREET-

As a little girl took joyful strides down a cemented sidewalk, people rushed through like flowing water. Everyone’s movement like a rushing underwater current,

nowhere near quiet nor steady. She skipped, jerked, and even slid to avoid being jabbed by passerby adults.

But soon enough it had turned into a game for her. The brown curls of her hair bouncing and swaying with every ecstatic movement, moved just as gingerly as her body. Untouched by a single person. Now come to think of it, unnoticed by one as well.

It was as if she was a microscopic bring to their world of troubles, and was unable to be seen by the naked eye. She created a game of dodge ball in the middle of their

track run, and was hit not once.

Her feminine baby doll dress and flower above her right ear catching the wind that she has stirred with her parade. Leaving a trail of color in her wake, yet still no one looks. Hell, even notices.

They are surrounded by black and white when she clearly brought color, however tunnel vision was taking its toll on those around her.

She stopped dead in her tracks with the curiosity of a child in her eyes. She looked around, and to her surprise, no one seemed to see her. She tapped on multiple

shoulders without even a single indication that they’d felt her presence in the slightest. She felt herself becoming more and more invisible. But she was not

discouraged in the slightest.

Everyone else became invisible to her.

She took her new found invisibility, and in her little white dress, cart-wheeled down the street.