"O is for Olive run through with an awl"
There must be a short mindset on how things work out for kids. Knowing that of how unfair some things when comparing to each other, it must be some kind of hell for them. Sticking to the fact, of when a child comes to term on how the working class, will have its tilted moments. Why bring this up, on the working class when the picture is about a young girl, named Olive, playing catch or some of the other, alone in what looks like her backyard.
Well, that's where the core of this ideal comes in, having this still moment slowly play out. Yet, there must be someone wondering, what this could be playing out, and a lower class daughter of shoemakers, barely getting by on ends meet, very much seeing already a bleak and unwelcome when she's get older.
What else is there to think? A child, at such a tender age already seeing of how horribly gray the world is, the fairy tales of good battling bad, and winning likely; are just gone. In fact those dreams must so far from Olive's mind, as she picked up, what look a sword or baton in that colorful imagination mind of hers, want anything to take away from her lower end life. Just because she's a kid, doesn't mean she can't act like an adult, coming to facts that her active mind is very much the one thing keeping her ground. From going insane from breaking down, of the world around her; in seeing that way, Olive is just trying to cope as anyone else would.
Being lost in her own for just a few hours, trying not to look back on how her parents working to the bone, nearly starving themselves to keep food on the table. Most history look back would show, that today's low end just, are almost near twins of the past for those who are just aiming for instant noodles and a few rolls of toilet paper. It is very frustrating for anyone, getting by on the small things.
Olive does the same, while she's young, she plays young. Being a circus performance star; doing amazing tricks with her baton, to roaring applauses, that are very much found deep within her mentality. Feeling that moment could die, Olive keeps up at her play, over and over again.
Until to the point, in her mind and in the real world, her hand slips from a miss toss of the baton going into the air. Olive had likely gone into a panic, thinking that if it breaks, her parents would be furious with her, for playing with their tools that they foolish kept within reach for her to grab. Olive would have to think fast, so the tool, that dumb awl of a baton comes falling down, she has to think, Olive has to grab it. In a way she does, it was a quick grab that her hands were too slow to catch, and indented in her chest it remained.
Her mother calling her for supper to find the young daughter of shoe makers, slipped away from them, because of a small human error. An error of what the humans did is unsure at this point, but let one be the judge and figure that out for them to do.