Character Sketch #5Posted: January 3, 2016
She pushes her baby in the rented fire truck stroller and complains to her friend. “I’m 17, I’m halfway legal. She can’t really tell me what to do.”
She curls her tongue to catch the ice cream before it drops onto her arm. He laughs, elbowing her to encourage a mess. She artfully dodges him.
His head hangs, arms cuffed together behind his back. One police officer rests a hand on his bicep; the other follows closely behind. Security trails after.
Her hair is green and gray and charcoal, piled meticulously atop her head. The shoulder-riding baby near her can’t keep his eyes off that hair.