She waves.
Everyday she stands and beckons at the sky.
She waves.
The neighborhood children stop to stare.
And she waves.
Silently they back away.
But she turns and she waves.
This time staring them straight in the eyes.
And her motions quicken, but alas- she waves.
They run for some sort of cover.
Yet still, she walks towards them and she waves.
Sickening smile draping across her lips, dancing at the edge of her face.
Their screams she hears, but all she does is wave.
And the three young children stop dead in their tracks- her hand slides out towards them.
And she waves.
Her smile parts and she cackles, her evil laughter shaking the ground around the children.
And she waves.
The children are in a trance- like her laugh was some sort of hypnotic dance.
And they wave.
The three children now her slaves.
And all they do is wave.
