Helena waited. She was good at waiting. She returned to her chalk, drawing more children. This time she added her sestry and their families: Sarah and Kira, Alison and Donnie and their two little children, Cosima and Felix and even Mrs. S. And Helena herself in the picture, drawing her stick arms around them all. After a moment she added tiny blobs, little babies dancing around her head. Her babies were not dead, only waiting. And now they would be here at the playground with the rest of their chalk family.
The woman came back with paint, many cans. Helena stood, brushing the chalk off on her shirt again, and grabbed one at random. She sprayed it at the ground, curious.