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Leecy clutched the dollar bill tight, the paper going soggy with the sweat from her palm. She thought about all the choices that dollar was about to give her at the corner store as her sandals scuffed up pale tan dust at every step. The finer particles of dust clung to her sweaty legs and sifted in between her toes, making her feet feel gritty. She could wash them off down at the creek later this afternoon, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she imagined the cool wet washing between her toes, up her legs, her body, over her shoulders, rinsing all the dust and sweat away. Maybe today would be the day she finally went all the way and ducked her head under--just for a minute. Thinking about it was scary. She knew there really wasn't anything to be afraid of. Her momma and her older brothers had told her, time and again. But what she knew from other people and what she felt inside herself was not always the same thing. And when the water was up to her bare midriff, between her shorts and the pretty polka-dot halter with the butterfly ruffles over her shoulders that her momma had sewn for her at the start of summer, well. She would make her mind up then, depending on how everything felt at that moment.
But now, Mr. Chelan's store beckoned. The screen door with the black and white penguin saying, "Come inside, it's KOOL" on it screeked as Johnny Marrow came out, ripping the tape off a pack of Marlboros. He nodded at Leecy and held the door for her with his shoulder. "Hey," he grinned, in an absent-minded way.
"Hey," she said back, and stepped into the cool dark of the store.
spn_j2fan requested number 7. Create a character on the spot... NOW!Leecy clutched the dollar bill tight, the paper going soggy with the sweat from her palm. She thought about all the choices that dollar was about to give her at the corner store as her sandals scuffed up pale tan dust at every step. The finer particles of dust clung to her sweaty legs and sifted in between her toes, making her feet feel gritty. She could wash them off down at the creek later this afternoon, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she imagined the cool wet washing between her toes, up her legs, her body, over her shoulders, rinsing all the dust and sweat away. Maybe today would be the day she finally went all the way and ducked her head under--just for a minute. Thinking about it was scary. She knew there really wasn't anything to be afraid of. Her momma and her older brothers had told her, time and again. But what she knew from other people and what she felt inside herself was not always the same thing. And when the water was up to her bare midriff, between her shorts and the pretty polka-dot halter with the butterfly ruffles over her shoulders that her momma had sewn for her at the start of summer, well. She would make her mind up then, depending on how everything felt at that moment.
But now, Mr. Chelan's store beckoned. The screen door with the black and white penguin saying, "Come inside, it's KOOL" on it screeked as Johnny Marrow came out, ripping the tape off a pack of Marlboros. He nodded at Leecy and held the door for her with his shoulder. "Hey," he grinned, in an absent-minded way.
"Hey," she said back, and stepped into the cool dark of the store.
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Date: 2014-02-02 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-02-02 05:32 pm (UTC)And that Kool poster with the penguin on it was a dead give-away for an oldster like me. :D
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Date: 2014-02-02 06:26 pm (UTC)I picture her somewhere between eight and ten. She's still centered in herself--by eleven-twelve she'd be thinking about boys, and real bathing suits. Context and a fuller story would make that clearer.
It's funny about the sandals. At first I had her with her socks falling down around her ankles, the elastic all gone, but then what kind of shoes? And the dust was there, and well, what child in hot weather wears socks and shoes, unless they're going to church, right? And then sand between the toes, and washing them off in the creek.... That's how it goes, characters revealing themselves as I write more about them.
Thanks for playing!