It is almost Halloween, and the little girl is in costume as a ballerina: a fluffy skirt of pink tulle, a shiny plastic tiara on her head, thin slipper-shoes on her feet. But no tights because the day is unseasonably hot. The block has been closed to traffic; there is music playing; the girl’s bare legs flash as she runs. Her limbs are sturdy and rounded. Her whole body is small, compact, strong. She has been alive for four years. I don’t think she knows her body is perfect because it has never been otherwise. She plays with other children in the closed street. I stand in the shade and watch. I, stitched up the middle, stand and look as she runs, as she dances. I know that she cannot be kept here, in this state of unknowing wholeness.
Keep her, oh keep her, oh keep her here.
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Katherine D. Stutzman’s fiction has appeared in Harvard Review, Bellingham Review, and Ascent, among other journals. Her story “Junior” was selected by Amor Towles as a winner of the 2024 O. Henry Prize. She lives in Philadelphia.