July dribbles - 27


“Fire shoots out behind.”
“No, in front Daddy.”
“Why?”
“The comet rides in front.”
“No, behind, Daddy.”
“Why?”
The small boy picks up pencil, paper and book. “See Dad. Like this.” He tries to explain while Dad feels decrepit, un-needed and Mom smiles, watching her child go out in front.

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