Friendship
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Five
On this ordinary morning, a mother and her toddler chase each other around the grassy field whose shade has become my comfort these days when the heat is greedy. They wear fruit themed outfits: one strawberry and a little lemon. As the toddler runs toward me in my respite, threatening to cross the imaginary boundary of the overhanging palo verde’s shadow, the mother calls, “Don’t bother strangers, love,” to her son.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
