Broken Boulder Like or Like Like

there were children.

wait.  scratch that.  back up a bit.  mama was gone.  more or less that was nothing new although it seemed as if this time she might actually not come back.  somehow, like some people know they won't make it to fifty because something will either kill them or they'll end it themselves, she knew that mama leaving was inevitable.

but now she had really done it.  solomon had adjusted the best she could, and now things were changing again.  well.  

she hides behind a tree or bush, blended with the dirt, as she stares at the other girls and watches them interact with a dusky, scrutinizing eye.