Little
Nexus - The core or center, as of a matter or situation
A soft sound made her hesitate. She stayed silent until it came again. Gazing up at the branches she saw a small bird, a baby. It's feathers varying shades of red, green, blue, and yellow.
She bit her lip. Not wanting to believe what she saw was true or a trick of her imagination. Something she wanted to see besides all this gray and black surrounding her.
It chirped again and she raised her bandaged finger. The rainbow-colored bird hopped from the tree and glided down to perch, it's little talons digging softly into the fabric. It chirped again, looking at her face and she laughed.
