Alright, Still sick (Again, I know right?)but well enough for this. A small story followed by a quote.
She sighed, watching, trying to work the kink out of her spine by ramming it into the hard bench. He was playing, having a grand time, but she needed a break; she wasn’t as young as she used to be. Aspirin was in her near future, while the jungle gym was in his.
She fished the pills out of her purse, her hand snaking past the bills and notices stuffed into it. She dry swallowed a few just in time; he came back.
“Come on Mommy, swing me on the swing please!”
“Sure thing, honey.” She got up, waiting until he had turned to knuckle her back into an approximation of shape. It was best to let him dream a little longer.
She agreed with Irving Howe: “The knowledge that makes us cherish innocence makes innocence unattainable.” he had said. Which meant it was best to let her son keep his while he could; she would run interference as long as she could since hers was long gone.
And there you go! As always, this is for Silver Threading at:
#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Innocence”
See you next week!