"Woah, Mommy, what's that?"
A little girl pointed, her eyes sparkling like the stars.
"Hmm, what is it?" her mother asked, turning her gaze, only for a cold bristle of wind to blow by. The road ahead was empty.
"Where is it?" she asked in a doubtful tone.
"It was just there! A blurry figure running past us," the little girl said, pouting cutely.
"Hmm?"
Her mother didn't believe her. Instead, she tugged gently at her daughter's cheeks. "You've been spending too much time on the iPad. Now you're even daydreaming in broad daylight. No iPad today."
"No, Mommy, there really was something there."
The little girl spoke begrudgingly, but her mother didn't listen and pulled her away.
Poor girl, she must have so much resentment, but the perpetrator of this has long since vanished and ran all the way to the dirty, depleted apartment in the corner of the city.
