Catching Faces [draft]

She tips tiny heads and faces into my hand, and I catch one by his hair before he splashes through the hole in my palm and onto the tile.

She sees, and spreads her fingers for me so I can see the shadow of thin lace stretched between them. Specifically for the catching of coins, she says.

She also says, “I am more beautiful than you,” and then leaves.

I pocket my faces and resolve to save up for lace fingers so I can be beautiful, too.

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