Fasting Girls, pt. 1

ONE.

Boston.  Maybe one hundred years ago.

Three girls sitting tightly together on a church pew- Eva (16), her younger sister, Molly (11), and her best friend, Beatrice (16).  They are wearing enormous, overbearing skirts, tight at the waist and then disastrously full.  Eva holds a skull in her lap.

EVA V.O. (thinking): A penny?

A checker piece. 

An armful of feathers.

A graham cracker. 

Two finger nails. 

A spoonful of water. 

A tulip?

Eva leans forward and kisses the top of the skull, her lips linger, anemically, as if she’s somehow trying to taste the bone.