Diminishing Shadow

When I was 13 and in Summer camp there was a girl older than me who was very tall and skinny and had orange hued skin. She had given up eating months ago and lived on carrot sticks and boiled eggplant. Her arms were broomsticks with marbles at the elbow joints. She often would suggest that we tear off our clothes and go streaking through the camp. It was the thing to do back then at political rallies and ball games. I declined to join in. But she went streaking numerous times. She needed a particular fellow to glance at her diminishing shadow.