Sunday, 12 April 2009

• She stared transfixed at the window as the spider continued to weave its web with an artists pace. This same spider had been there for thirty-one days, having to remake its web every time it was wiped away by the cleaners.

  
  A joyful scream from the other side of the window, the bright side, rattled her concentration and she sighed with annoyance. She almost leaned forward to glance out but she already knew that the other children were playing soccer, just like they did every Thursday and Tuesday. Rayne loathed the way their voices filtered into her sanctuary but otherwise ignored it. She quickly drew the new web design on the page in her notebook. When she finished she placed it back beneath the floorboard under the window, hidden by the reading desk.

  
  Rayne returned the board and reached for the closest book on the shelf, only to pause as the voice whispered to her. "You read all you could want to know from that one yesterday." She retracted her hand and continued to watch the spider; the voice had never steered her wrong before. She began to wonder how much longer the spider could survive in the walls of Wammy's House.  In some distant part of the library she heard the ever constant clack of puzzles pieces being placed in their frame.

   

  Over time she had grown used to that too.  Only one other person frequented her library sanctuary on evenings such as these when the summer heat waned and children could play well into the night.  Rayne had never caught his name but he was an odd boy with unique coloring.  His hair was fluffy and white like sheep wool yet his eyes resembled cut coal.  She leaned around the corner of the bookcase to check his whereabouts.  He was sitting near the law section, nimble hands never ceasing their pace.

   

  She did not mind his invasion.  Rayne personally thought he was mute for he never said a word.  As long as he did not bother her, she could stand him.

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