Walk away from the sun, come slowly undone

She was five years old when she took her first lovely. They were stopped in a truck stop right off of route nine and her mama was scrounging around trying to figure out lunch when Sally spotted it. A pair of Mickey and Minnie hair clips. Plastic faces smiling at her like they hadn't a care in the world. Theirs were a constant smile, no matter where she went in the store, when she glanced back they were still smiling, waiting for her.

They had a look in their little plastic eyes that spoke to her of how happy and pretty she could be if only she possessed them.

Oh she wanted those little plastic gems. Those beautiful and alluring faces that hung amongst all the other junk on the rack.

At that age she wasn't fully aware of the fact that a person needed money in order to buy things, she was aware that she needed to give them to mama in order to have mama give them back to her. She was also aware that mama didn't like it when she handed her things when they were in a store. Something about it all being garbage and they were broke.

Sally had no idea what is broken but they were it lot and that usually meant that they had to have chips for dinner and that mom went out with boys later that night.

Frustration and want gnawed on her little brain, such indecision. It's not that she had ever been told right from wrong, not that she had those concepts down yet, but something just felt mildly off about her taking that dangling treasure.

But she wanted. Wanted so very badly.

And that want wont out over anything else that might have been whispering in her ear or chewing on her brain and she slipped the little clips into the pockets of her shorts before creeping out of the store, clinging to Bear for dear life.

It was dark and quiet when she was alone in her mama's trailer and could finally have some alone time in the bathroom to savor and appreciate her treasure. Climbing up on the little counter she used the yellow gold light from the parking lot lamps to see what she was doing in the mirror.

Scooping some slowly blonding hair back she snapped in one of the hair clips. First one side and then the other. Studying herself in the mirror she tilted one way then the other to get both profiles.

The loveys were dark in the dim light of the trailer, she could still see their plastic forever smiles, but they look a bit more sinister for some reason.

They were hers though now, forever and ever, and no one could take them, she was sure of that. No matter what they would be with her and she would keep them safe, like Bear, she kept Bear safe and he kept her safe in return.

Another study of profile and she finally smiled a little.

Un-clipping them she put them back on their flimsy plastic board and went back to her tucked away bed, behind the flimsy accordion style trailer door, happy.