Revised version:
She's six. I know because that's how many fingers raised to my question. She's a girl with goals. Works the beach every day after school selling Chiclets; carries a tiny red plastic handbag.
It's six. She's tired, sits on the edge of the boardwalk to wait for her ride. She empties the purse on the boardwalk. Among the pesos and centavos: a collection of shells, an earring, a broken friendship bracelet made of colorful floss, and pistachio shells.
Six of them. Her small fingers fit nicely inside the shells and after a time she manages to apply six pistachio nails. She clinches the purse between her legs and fans fingers gracefully, while the other hand makes a pointing fist. Imagining the nails as they will be when she is grown and gone.
Original:
She's six. I know because that's how many fingers she held up when I asked. She's a girl with goals. Works the beach every day after school selling Chiclets; carries a tiny red plastic handbag.
It's six. She's tired, sits on the edge of the boardwalk to wait for her ride. She empties the purse on the boardwalk. Among the pesos and centavos: a collection of shells, an earring, a broken friendship bracelet made of colorful floss, and pistachio shells.
Six of them. Her tiny fingers fit nicely inside the shells and after a time she manages to apply six pistachio nails. She clinches the purse between her legs and fans fingers gracefully, while the other hand makes a pointing fist. Imagining the nails as they will be when she is grown and gone.