Picture writng- 9/29/09 Diane Arbus

It is the day after Halloween. People scramble down the street, in the city, every one's rushing,Except them. They stand willingly for the snap shot. Molly smirks staring daringly at the camera, all the while Charlie looks away towards the hustle of the city. Molly only takes time to free herself.
They both wear button down wool coats, Molly's is tan like camel humps, charlies is black.
Little does Charlie know, Molly is aware of everything, every step, every floating paper in the street. Even aware of the baby growing inside her for the past couple weeks. She hasn't told Charlie yet, but on this busy morning she plans to tell him hes a father.
And they re only seventeen.
Just moments ago they were leaving Charlie's apartment on the east side, he had work this Saturday, but she planned to tell him on the way.
Molly isn't beautiful. She isn't smart. But there is this alluring coolness in her gaze. like she could do anything, and still walk out alive, smiling, and ready for whatever happens next. This undoubtedly cool attitude provides her with endless possibilities of grace.
They stand stone cold. Beatific on this somber, melancholy day. A day that seems they should celebrate death and not the beginning of a life.
Molly's Father would never let her leave his apartment. She snuck out all the time.
It was a curse to be a girl, her mother once told her, especially in this family, when your father is him. You will not speak. You will not move. Let him do what he wants. OR you'll be dead.
these guidlines were simple. She was never charlie's. only his.
To the neighbors, she ran into doors
To the grocer, she had been hit by a car,
To her girlfriends she had twisted her ankle in a gutter
It was a curse to be a girl
in this time
in his place
with that man
even seventeen years of it, had only burnt her heart partly black
after seventeen years, her brain was still secure, and only part of it was blue
she was only black and blue on the outside
Their hopes and dreams are not apparent in this ashy scene.
They dream of a home. Away from the city.
a chapel wedding.
Family and friends always visiting.
And molly dreams of family.
it couldn't change.
To run from Molly's father
the alcohol
the drugs
The diner Molly works at to save money for the cookie cut out home.
to Run from Charlie's gang.
the war
the death
But only Charlie looks away in this photograph, not sure if his legs will let him run. If hes ready to leave.
And if they were here now, they'd be running from the screaming, the bangs and scrunching of metal the screech of tires, the streams of blood, the tears and broken hearts. They'd be running from the car crash, that destroyed dreams and their baby girl.Eight months and two and a half weeks later. The curse was broken.