The Little GirlThe Little Girl by MonochromeReflection
I took the last drag of my cigarette and dropped the end on the damp asphalt path. The midnight rain cooled the late summer air, creating a fine mist that crawled along the park grounds. I felt as though I was the only living soul wandering about. The street beside the path beyond the wrought iron gate was quiet – unsettlingly so for the city. No lights shone from the windows of apartments, nor was there life in the storefronts readying for the day. I didn’t see or hear any signs of vehicles. Not even the chirp of crickets broke the silence. My only company was the blue glow of the Gothic street lamps lighting my way.
No, that wasn’t true. Insomnia was also with me. My lifelong friend was the reason I ventured out at this time of night, hoping the aimless wandering would make me weary enough to return home to my waiting bed. I had been gone for an hour already, but the viper of sleeplessness kept the embrace of rest at bay. I was beginning to believe that tonight, lik