my tiny fellow

I walked past a group of boys and one of them said, opportunistically but with a sweet formality, ‘I would like to marry you.’ ‘Really?’ I stopped. I put my hands on my hips. ‘But I think I might be too young for you.’ He laughed and showed me the lovely gap between his teeth. He was eleven, maybe twelve. Well, alright then, young prince. I walked home down the narrow path that has its own trees and bought pineapple from a woman carrying pineapples on her head. I walked for hours until the night came down. As it grew dark the moon grew brighter. It is solstice everywhere but on the equator, where we are directly engaged with the sun.