||[May. 9th, 2007|12:46 pm]
|||||God's in crisis.||]|
The toe of her right shoe caught on the sidewalk crack the girl had been specifically trying to avoid for the sake of her Mother's lumbar. The girl tripped, flying forward and down with her mouth and teeth meeting the concrete hard. As she stood up, blood rushed out and down the smocking on the front of her yellow dress. Her hand flew up like she was stopping herself from saying something. At the same time she felt with her tongue that two teeth were on the floor of her mouth. Her throat filled with tears. The building pressure welled her eyes up to spill.
That moment, the grey clouds in the sky parted and white sun light shone through and warmed the girl's face. She felt both things at once.