“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Jessica asked, running towards her two friends. Her handbag, which held her money, swung from her shoulder. On the right sleeve of her short-sleeved shirt, her identification braid swung from where it was clipped to the hem. It was a white piece of braided rope with a tassel on the end, like the braid on the sleeve of all the other children her age. Everybody wore a color-coded braid.
Month: May 2019
I dig through the pile of things thrift-store bound
A collection of never-minds confined in paper bags.
There’s my leggings with a hole in the knee
A slightly squished hat which I examine, shake out, and crown myself
Some ugly sandals (glad somebody’s getting rid of them)
A purple swimsuit cover-up which wasn’t needed in the first place
And a soft gray shirt with an elephant on it.
A nest in our blackberry bush
Just a little nest, Mockingbird
Little sticks criss-crossed
Pine needles lined its inside.
Carlos
I scanned my surroundings through my binoculars. Not many birds out today. A soft footstep sounded in the lawn, and I pointed my binoculars at the source of the noise. Sophie waved. I could tell she was smiling, even though my view of her face was too close and blurry. I lowered my binoculars.