Mommy demands a hobby; that I keep from those “Old Loons”. I promise, although I won’t. Then I feel sorry for her...her love for Daddy is not like theirs.
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Each day, I walk across the street to meet them; it’s my favorite part of the day. I smile at the pretty one having tea with her husband. I quietly listen as the chubby one reads the paper to hers. A simple wave goes to the really old one while she knits him decor. A safe distance for the foreign one barking obscenities to a name I can’t read.
Mommy demands a hobby; that I keep from those “Old Loons”. I promise, although I won’t. Then I feel sorry for her...her love for Daddy is not like theirs.
Kim Favors
7/2/2020 06:22:53 pm
Yes, I read and reread this story. Each time it was like unwrapping a surprise gift to find inside another gift that needed unwrapping to yield yet another. Well done!
david croll
7/2/2020 10:30:44 pm
Wow. I too read it twice. Now I want to visit a cemetery.
Mary Wallace
8/2/2020 12:07:53 am
Thankyou Nicky, a lovely piece. Beautifully visual.
Nicky Johnson
8/2/2020 01:27:43 am
Thanks so much every for the kind words. I'm glad you like it. Comments are closed.
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