WHO: Molly & OPEN. WHEN: May 16th, 3:00 PM. WHERE: Playground. WHAT: Molly's babysitter, much to the clairvoyant's delight, decides to take Molly to the park to blow off her unlimited energy. RATING: PG, probably.
"Be careful!" The teenager called after the little girl who, after setting within ten feet of the playground's property, took off for the swings, her pony tail swaying back-and-forth during her jog. She wore blue jeans, sneakers and a hot pink t-shirt with short sleeves. It was a warm day but not too hot, thankfully, since the breeze made the garish sun a bit more bearable. The babysitter still made Molly put on sunscreen though; Molly suspected Mohinder told her, but she wasn't going to assume (even if she was convinced when the teenager gave her a second coat on nose.) Molly hopped on the nearest swing and began to pump her legs, making the device go higher-and-higher, making her squeal with delight.
It was a crowded playground filled with kids from all ages and backgrounds. It was like a great, big melting pot mixed on the swings, jungle gym, and merry-go-round all playing and laughing without a care in the world. Molly was surprised her babysitter--who normally spent all day in front of the TV and only did her job when Molly asked her to--offered to take her out doors when she did, but Molly probably figured it would be the only way for the little girl to burn off all that sugar she consumed when the teenager wasn't looking.
Most of the time Molly was eight going on thirty; but that still didn't mean she wasn't a little kid at heart.
But the reason why Molly loved the park so much, more specifically the swings, was because whenever she pumped her legs higher and higher--she liked to pretend she was flying, just like the man and his brother did at Kirby Plaza. The higher she flew the freer she was. She'd fly off to a land where there was no Boogeymen, no Nightmare Men, and where people never died, sent their little girls away or forgot about them. And in this land, Molly was allowed to eat Rocky Road for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She called it Mollyworld.
...The name was a work in progress.
Of course, in her mind's eye she could hear her Mommy's voice telling her that place didn't exist, because there was no way in heck she was going to eat ice cream for breakfast. And if she closed her eyes, made herself listen hard enough, she could still hear her Mommy's laughter to go with it, making Molly's face light up at the memory. But it wasn't a memory in Mollyworld, it was reality, because every day in Mollyworld her Mommy laughed and laughed, and her Daddy played hide and seek with her until they were both too tired to move.
"Molly, don't go too high!" Her babysitter called, bringing Molly back to Earth. Rolling her eyes Molly did what she was told, slowing the swing down just a tad but not to a complete stop. Lame.