sprackraptor

Rachel lay in the darkness of her bedroom, staring wide-eyed at the shadows on the ceiling. She was very glad for the night-light casting a soft yellow glow from its tiny imitation sun. It let her see the shadows so much more clearly. When she came home, she had a lot of questions. She'd tried asking Mommy the first couple of questions, but Mommy didn't seem to know, and started crying, and said Rachel shouldn't talk about things like that. Mommy said that Rachel should forget it all, and just be happy and normal and a good little girl. Raising her hands slowly, Rachel made sinuous gestures with her arms, things that felt right, but clumsy,