Playing with Charcoal
In his right pants pocket he has a buckeye, a packet of chewing gun and a cell phone. He wishes he had a pocketknife.
On his knee is a scabbed-over abrasion from running so fast his feet couldn’t keep up. It itches. He knows he shouldn’t scratch it. But he will anyway.
On his right shoe, the lace is coming untied. He is aware of it; it feels loose. He doesn’t care.
In his hair he has bits of a leaf and some dead grass. Rolling in the grass is fun.
Under his fingernails is a little dirt, some granulated chocolate from a candy bar he ate earlier, and some hardened epidermal tissue that once covered the abrasion on his knee. Later, he will eat a sandwich without washing his hands. No harm will come from it.
On his hands and face he has smears of charcoal. Nobody is surprised.
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