the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these

After descending the stilled side of the escalator closed for preventative maintainance, I seated myself on one of the seafoam green tiled cubes in the Univerity LRT station. I glanced over to see a girl of about seven - dressed, herself, in a seafoam turtleneck, her dark hair curled slightly from the rain and pulled back with a orange hair barette - lifting the reciever of the pay phone, dialing numbers, waiting.

I watched as, after a moment of contemplation, a student waiting for the train removed her headphones from her ears, walked over to the payphone oppisite the seafoam clad child and picked up the reciever.

"hello, did you call for me?"

the small girl giggled. the larger girl asked if the smaller girl had had a nice day.

"yes"

after a few moments and a short conversation the student took a few steps away from the phone. The little girl dialed again. The less little girl returned to the phone engaging with the child once again. The child walked away from the phone to whisper to her grandfather, pointing at the student. The child then darted across the platform to the student showing her her tiny hand.

"see my nail is ripped"

"who painted your nails for you?"

"my mommy. see it's ripped"

she then darted back to her grandfather. the clairview train arrived. both girls boarded the train, but in separate cars.

i'm going to write a story

"aiming at beauty produces, at best, the attractive" northrop frye