Escapee
Gimme that she said, reaching for
her daughter’s wrist; the goddamn thing
cost seven bucks. Let me just…
But it was too late. The string had slipped
and the little girl was already afloat,
helium and Mylar in a perfectly clear April.
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Retooled and reposted for this week’s One Single Impression.
Also, this: Tether
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Clever transmigration!
I want to disappear the mother, and hug that little girl hard….shit happens, eh?
Worrying about the costly ‘thing’ and not the daughter. Sad, huh Ron?
Some sad colors of life seen here. Lovely child.
What parents do to their kids. It doesn’t take much to kill the joy. I feel this one.
…just for seven bucks…?
Sparse and lovely.