Violet Butler sits cross legged on her porch, her body resting comfortably on the thick quilt she and her mother stitched together a few years back. The air is humid, hot, and sticky; she inhales, dragging it into her lungs. Her lengthy, dark hair is tied into a ponytail, small wisps of it decorating her neck. Tiny stars glow against the bruised, purple sky, and it captivates her.
She attempts to match her demeanor to her surroundings and ease into peace with the war raging inside of her. It’ll be okay, she determines, consoling herself. Violet’s small family, which consisted of her and her mother, struggles on a daily basis.
Money. There’s not enough, there never is.