We found her downtown.
She’d been missing more than a week.
She sat on the sidewalk,
Leaning against the wall
In front of O’Neills.
Her hair was dirty, stringy
Black circles under her eyes.
She had lost a lot of weight
Weight that she really couldn’t afford to lose.
She looked tired.
“Why don’t you come back home, Ginger?”
“We miss you. We want you back.”
“I’m never going back there,
“This is so much better.”
“Where are you sleeping?”
“I don’t need to sleep”
Where are you eating?”
“People give me stuff,
“I make do.”
“You can’t live your life this way!”
We stood to leave. “You know you can always come home.”
“Not gonna happen.”
We started walking back to the car. Tears, choking.
“Mom, Dad – wait up”
She was running to catch us
“What is it baby?” her mother asked, hopefully.
“Do you think you could spare a couple of bucks?
“You know, for old time’s sake.”
Today’s picture is worth 139 words.
I had no photo but I had some mental images that I wanted to share.