I am a child pying beneath an abandoned and overgrown overpass with other children. The pnts are all brown and parched. Someone has carved dice from the stone at the overpass’s base, but whoever it was never finished carving the numbers on all the sides so we rarely use them. The game we py most involves a hard rubber ball that we kick around. One of us has caught what is either a very spindly crab or a very rge spider in a rge gss. We discuss the prospect of somehow attaching it to the ball for our next game. This doesn’t sit right with me and I argue against it. The spider(crab?) escapes on its own anyway without my help. I may not have wanted to hurt it, but I still fear it once it’s free and scurrying about.

  Someone older - a parent probably, but maybe a sibling - arrives in a truck towing a ftbed trailer with pstic bags full of something soft and colorful. Our game is discarded and the creature quickly forgotten as we climb onto the trailer for the new game of throwing ourselves onto the bags. The truck starts moving and we try to stand upright for the ride and feel the wind on our faces.