My lounge has two TV screens. One displays footage from the CCTV surveillance of the roads encompassing my corner house.
I settled in for an afternoon watching football, occasionally checking my second screen.
A family entered the screen. Their little girl licked a cornetto, holding her mother’s hand. A few doddery steps later, she’d fallen, dropping her treat. Tears ensued.
From out of shot, an old lady emerged, crossing the road to hand her a Calippo. The girl’s father thanked her wholeheartedly. Re-taking her mother’s hand, their daughter smiled.
It suited my compilation perfectly—evidence of love in this world.
I settled in for an afternoon watching football, occasionally checking my second screen.
A family entered the screen. Their little girl licked a cornetto, holding her mother’s hand. A few doddery steps later, she’d fallen, dropping her treat. Tears ensued.
From out of shot, an old lady emerged, crossing the road to hand her a Calippo. The girl’s father thanked her wholeheartedly. Re-taking her mother’s hand, their daughter smiled.
It suited my compilation perfectly—evidence of love in this world.
