They pushed me out of the car and said, shoot
her. “Hold up she’s like eight, she’s got nuthin.”
Get that necklace get that necklace go go!
I put my glock to her head and snapped off
the chain. A hair pin with a row of white flowers
clinked onto the asphalt. Pulled my gun away—
her bowl-cut bangs brushed across the barrel—
Kicker pulled me in and we drove away.
I looked down at my hand, and saw her god-
damn hello kitty necklace staring at me.
by Cindy Tran
