On my way to her spot, I skip over the biggest sidewalk cracks, gripping my prize. Colton says stepping on a crack will break Mama’s back. I sometimes hit one but she’s okay.
The old lady is outside 7-11. She smiles big. “Child! What you got?”
I hold the paper bag out. “I did it! Learned all my sight words!”
“Oh, baby girl.” She sniffs the buttery smell. “Keep this. You don’t get treats often.”
“It’s yours. I don’t wanna hear no more about it.”
Smiling, she pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, then one into mine.
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Great story, Allison! I can taste the popcorn already. 🙂
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Thanks, both for the comment and for the lead to this site. 🙂
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This is wonderful: simple yet incredibly moving!
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Imagery. Young and old. Accepting one of the other. Confiding. The child speaks to a deeper life knowledge. Buoyancy of youth. Not judgemental purely on appearance. Those bustling through life can be. The old lady talks with the child, where others may not listen. A vivid picture in a few words.
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Aw. 🙂
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Wonderful little story! 🙂 ❤
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How cute 🙂
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