Cycle of Life, by Sue Wise

‘They’re mine!’
‘No!’
‘Let go!’
Shirley stepped quickly between the two children in her class.
‘Stop it. Be nice to each other now.’
Stopping by to see her old friend after school, Shirley hoped Betty would know who she was today.
‘Can I help you?’ Betty asked.
In the stuffy lounge sat a wrinkled man wearing a thick coat and hat.
‘I need my gloves,’ he exclaimed suddenly, wandering into the hallway, returning moments later.
‘Found them.’
‘They’re mine!’ Betty shrieked.
‘No!’
‘Let go!’
Shirley stepped quickly between the two elderly people.
‘Stop it. Be nice to each other now.’