A Little Girl

A little girl, maybe five, was peeking in through my window. She looked more like a doll than a human with a grim look on her face. When she noticed me, she seemed scared and darted to the corner of the window.

After a while, I saw her peeking in again. As I stepped closer, I noticed she was being carried by a woman.

I asked the woman if the girl was hers. She didn’t answer but looked annoyed by my question. When I asked again, she grew a little upset and told me to leave them alone.