On the weekend, these local kids chased me down the beach, calling out, “Miss Jess, Miss Jess!” all the way until they reached me.
I recognized one, so I said hello and asked how she was…
She looked at the ground, “good.”
“That’s good, are you having a good weekend?”
“I’m glad. Are you looking forward to going back to school tomorrow?”
“That’s good…. … … well it’s lovely to see you-”
Noise! All of a sudden they were all chattering at once, a little flock of pointing fingers, tapping feet and flapping mouths. They were pointing, it seems they had found something they want to show me.
A bird. A seagull.
A dead seagull actually.
“Miss Jess, where’s your camera,” they asked. “Can we have a photo?”
How could I refuse such an earnest request?
So I said yes and watched them all mash together, as little bodies do, sticking their little bellies out and holding high their smelly treasure.
The kids of the red dust.