Mia Dillon
Jan 22nd, 2003, 01:14:33 PM
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man... Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man..."
The eerie singing of the storybook phrase could barely be heard unless one were sitting close to the woman--none were. She was outfitted in normal attire, her clothing suggested nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, the woman didn't look 'weird' at all. If you managed to get her to look you in the eye for more than half a second you could see that there was sign of intelligence there. But Mia Dillon didn't look anyone in the eye. She just sat, rocking back and forth with her hands clasped in her lap, and singing.
"Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them... Leave them alone... Leave them alone.... Leave them alone..."
A passing man stumbled over his untied shoelace and fell to the floor, dropping an open pack of cigarettes as he went down. Before the white cylanders could hit the ground, Mia glanced at them and then looked away as if she had done something wrong.
"Twelve... Twelve... Twelve..."
She smiled to herself as the man picked up the scattered smokes. All twelve of them. She stared at the pattern of threads on her pants as she rocked, memorizing it.
Criss
Cross
Over
Under
Fourteen over
Twelve under
Two diagonal
Criss
Cross
Presently her attention was drawn to some men playing cards at the table across from her. She didn't watch the men themselves, only the dealers hands. Blackjack. Mia liked this game.
"Hit me."
"Hit me."
The dealer handed another card to the player as Mia mouthed actions.
"Hit me."
"Hit me."
Another card was layed down.
"Ace. Hit me."
"Stay."
"Hit me."
"Nineteen... Ace of spades, dealer has twenty-one, I win."
Mia rocked back and forth at a faster pace now.
"I win... I win.... I win... Leave them alone... I win..."
She had been there for about half an hour this perplexing woman. Of course, Mia didn't know jsut where she was. She had no idea. Everything was fine in her world. She had a corner table by a window, the napkin dispense was moved to the center of the table and the salt and pepper moved to the wall. The surgar packets were straight and neat, organized by brand and size. Everything was just right.
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can..."
The eerie singing of the storybook phrase could barely be heard unless one were sitting close to the woman--none were. She was outfitted in normal attire, her clothing suggested nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, the woman didn't look 'weird' at all. If you managed to get her to look you in the eye for more than half a second you could see that there was sign of intelligence there. But Mia Dillon didn't look anyone in the eye. She just sat, rocking back and forth with her hands clasped in her lap, and singing.
"Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them... Leave them alone... Leave them alone.... Leave them alone..."
A passing man stumbled over his untied shoelace and fell to the floor, dropping an open pack of cigarettes as he went down. Before the white cylanders could hit the ground, Mia glanced at them and then looked away as if she had done something wrong.
"Twelve... Twelve... Twelve..."
She smiled to herself as the man picked up the scattered smokes. All twelve of them. She stared at the pattern of threads on her pants as she rocked, memorizing it.
Criss
Cross
Over
Under
Fourteen over
Twelve under
Two diagonal
Criss
Cross
Presently her attention was drawn to some men playing cards at the table across from her. She didn't watch the men themselves, only the dealers hands. Blackjack. Mia liked this game.
"Hit me."
"Hit me."
The dealer handed another card to the player as Mia mouthed actions.
"Hit me."
"Hit me."
Another card was layed down.
"Ace. Hit me."
"Stay."
"Hit me."
"Nineteen... Ace of spades, dealer has twenty-one, I win."
Mia rocked back and forth at a faster pace now.
"I win... I win.... I win... Leave them alone... I win..."
She had been there for about half an hour this perplexing woman. Of course, Mia didn't know jsut where she was. She had no idea. Everything was fine in her world. She had a corner table by a window, the napkin dispense was moved to the center of the table and the salt and pepper moved to the wall. The surgar packets were straight and neat, organized by brand and size. Everything was just right.
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can..."