Pink Nail Polish

"I’m tired," the tall boy says.

"Wanna sleep with me?" the girl dressed in black answers, only somewhat jokingly.

"Nah, I have work tonight," the tall boy says, leaning his head against the cool glass of the wind.

"What a shame," says the girl dressed in black. Feeling dismissed, she looks down at her pale hands resting on her lap. She pushes up the silver band on her right middle finger and then the Celtic thumb ring on her left hand. Uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, how to act, the girl dressed in black picks at the chipped pink nail polish on the tips of her white fingers.

The tall boy makes a funny noise as blue liquid goes down the wrong tube.

"No, I wouldn’t make that noise," the girl dressed in black says.

"What noise would you make?" the tall boy asks.

"We won’t get into that here," the girl dressed in black says with half of a faint smile. "I don’t want to scare anybody away."

So the girl dressed in black sits, staring at her pale hands with pink nail polish.


~Elizabeth H