annakopinska
Rush rush, jump in the car, the leather seats hot from the sun, but I keep on, burning burning up with desire to see, just one last time, that face.
Wrapped in cellophane, surrounded by the little Styrofoam S things. There it was. I'd been waiting and waiting. And finally the brown package came, unceremoniously dropped off, as if the deliverer was unaware that a box could change lives.
The little boy's bow is lopsided, and his miniature penguin suit is stained with cherry popsicle, and yet, despite this, the girl gives him her hand and they ignore the dire warnings of cooties as they walk forward.
strong support, and yet, just like a Greek column, it collapses into marble dust and blankets the ground for a new start.