I feel an angel sliding up to me

Even for night, it was late, and Thomas wandered off on his own to gather his thoughts, bypassing the carnival games, the giant mud wrestling pit that the water arena had become, and the dance floor. He wanted quiet and found it in the wide green space set up with sports equipment. As soon as Thomas approached though, a bouncy blonde came over. "Hello!" she chirped. "Care to play a game? How about soccer?"

Thomas blinked, stunned by the unnaturally sunny presence, and pointed automatically at the playground equipment across the field. "I'm looking for the slide."

The ponytailed blonde's face fell. "Oh, well, if you want to play soccer or baseball, come back, you hear?" How she managed to make that simple, friendly sentence vaguely menacing, Thomas didn't know. He simply kept walking until he got to the wood playground structure. He was too tall for it by half, but it was as good a place as any for quiet, and, with only a little bit of ridiculous contorting, Thomas managed to tuck himself into one of the treehouse-like areas.

((Tag Lacci))