TITLE: Little Things
GENRE: Middle Grade - Fantastical
She was on her bike but floating. Riding always cleared Ellie's head. Her foot slipped off the pedal and she knocked her shin on it—hard. She grimaced. Her dad was in a "mood" and it felt good to zip through the alley with a little extra speed. She veered between the telephone pole and gray corner bricks with an inch to spare on either side of her knuckles. She took a right turn and passed a few parked cars onto Douglas Street. Then she heard the familiar, "Mornin', Ellie."
It was Junior. He and the Signing Man sat across the street sipping coffee from their tall paper cups. Junior always brought The Signing Man a cup of coffee. The crisp fall morning air enhanced the swirl of steam rising from the top of Junior’s cup. Ellie waved as she rode past.
Ellie always sought the feeling of gravity tugging at her jaw and stomach at the end of each swerve back and forth through the middle of the street. But today, distracted, she snapped out of a turn just shy of a curb. What was going on? She was never klutzy. She pulled on the brake for the upcoming intersection. There wasn't a car in sight so she prepared to roll through. But as she slowed to the stop sign (as her father had instructed her to do countless times), she noticed some kind of toy amidst the gum wrappers and cigarette stubs at the base of the sign.