100 Word Story: Going, Staying

I pass a pair of shoes, blue, protruding from a dingy blanket on the sidewalk. A child sleeping while his mother sells fruit, walking between the cars halted at stoplights, trading apples and tangerines for dollar coins.
I like living in Ecuador: the abundance of fresh fruit, the use of US currency, and the mountains framing it all. When the mother and child count their coins, do they think of the country printed on them? Do they notice the beauty of the mountains? Fruit shipped to the US. Countries overlapping.  The sleeping boy stirs, and I wonder if he’s dreaming.