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Post by mymedea on Apr 27, 2010 10:00:50 GMT -5
 The sun felt warm on her exposed skin and Daisy vaguely thought of having to put sunscreen. It was something she reminded her young students often, usually when they were out playing around recess time, but it was also something she forgot to do when she was out alone. She supposed the sun was kind of harmful – you hear all the news about global warming and uv ray exposure these days, all those cancer-promoting mumbo jumbo that served as ‘friendly warnings’ to people who had nothing else to do but watch the telly. The telly... she mused while watching a cloud drift idly by, shielding her from the harsh rays of the sun. The cloud looked like a telly. Well, it had the box-shape right and if those two long cloud things just stuck to the box shape thing it could look like those antique-kind of tellies, the ones you see on shops where they sell for extravagant prices. Not that there were those kinds of shops in Lampton...
Daisy’s thoughts ran on for several more moments, one thought connecting to the next and then the next, the last thought not having anything at all to do with the first one. That was mostly what it was to live in Daisy Anne Bowman’s head. It was a jumble of things, places, trivia, absent-minded observations about nothing in particular. She supposed it really was like a child’s mindset sometimes, so much so that her brother mentions her becoming an elementary teacher was rather like asking a puppy to watch other puppies. But then, he had a ‘serious’ job – he still thought she was playing with this one. It was hard to convince her brother that becoming a teacher was really what she wanted, not after job-hopping so much after finally finishing her certificate degree. Daisy really did like her job and liked working with the youngsters... She just wished sometimes that her brother would take her a bit seriously.
To Derek, she was still 5 years old.
The cloud blocking the sun passed on and Daisy shielded her eyes from its glare. Lying down on Lampton Square in the middle of the morning seemed like a nice idea when she thought about it an hour ago. Now she wasn’t so sure. It was a Sunday and most people were at church... however, Daisy wasn’t a church person and she was pretty sure she’d be struck by lightning if she even stepped on dainty little foot inside. Churches were for people who had standing in Lampton Hill. Not for little nobodies like her that people quickly forgot.
The sun got blocked again and Daisy resumed her cloud-watching, oblivious to the people around her. Church had actually already finished, and already she was garnering quite the stares.
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