The little girl who lives across the street is always in motion. She bursts out the door and jumps on her tiny bicycle or a scooter and races around the driveway and sometimes even into the street. We live on a rather remote street so that doesn't consist of too much danger. Just enough.
Her energy is enviable. But she is only seven or eight years old so that is easy to understand.
I'm guessing that she must have recently gone to a yard sale with someone. She must have decided that was a great way to make some money.
This afternoon she started hauling items out into the front yard of her home. Many articles colored pink. Her mother helped her bring larger items out of a very crowded garage.
The little girl carried item after item out. She arranged them and re-arranged them repeatedly. Then she sat down in a tiny chair and waited for the customers to flock in.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Then she walked out and looked up and down the street. When a car was heard approaching, she would look down the street and start waving her arms in a beckoning motion as the car whizzed past.
This went on for about an hour and a half. No one stopped. She disappeared into the house.
Now, as the sun is setting, the garage door is back up and the items are slowly being returned inside.
- - - by Judith Taylor
