The child dances without care as the metal explodes around him. As the pennies clatter to the ground, the mandolin music is punctured by the shattered glass shards.
His sister watches from the window, the broken pane clearing her view. He does not see her. As the happiness engulfs him in a brilliant light, he does not feel the metal careen into him. He does not feel the pennies pierce his skin and shatter the tiny vessels supporting him. He feels nothing but the dance.
As the music increases and the pennies reach their crescendo, his sister watches on. Although he is shrouded in a cloud of dust, she knows he is in a better place. No longer afraid to leave the house, he had started to dance in the street when the crickets were screeching and the music drew a crowd.
He was the bravest of them all.