Neoma
((Human Form; click for image))
It was mid-afternoon. The sun was coming down from its daily journey and many people walked around the park or watched their children play. But not Neoma. She was walking one of the paths with her best friend, Panos. She was watching the squirrels playing around the trees and listening to the birds sing. She sighed inwardly. Panos always had his cell-phone, and it was never off. Suddenly she heard him laugh soflty. She turned toward him and asked, "What's so funny?" Sure, he was her best friend, but why was she ignored when they were out and about, just the two of them? She turned back to the path ahead. She hadn't expected an answer anyway. She shoved her hands into her pockets. The trees not far from them were green, the green of new beginnings.