a reflection....
she looks into the knife hoping for a relfection only to find the blood covers everything she sees. Blood and sand dont mix at this hour. the playground is deserted and the only live soul sits hoping for a relfection...were is it? gone with the soul of the other? The other lays face down on the merry go round, the only sounds are the squeeks of metal as the merry go round turns slowly. He was such a good person, its too bad it had to end this way....such a shame.......