Seeing
Jul 29th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Who’s that little girl over there?”
I stop buckling her three-point harness and look over my shoulder.
“I don’t know who you mean, babe,” I say. “There’s no one there.” I go back to buckling.
Her tiny, chubby index finger points straight behind me and into our backyard.
We are in a hurry, running late to the library’s story hour. It’s hot out. I exhale loudly. I turn my head again and then turn my body in a full circle to scan.
“Who do you see?” I ask.
She shrugs. She’s over it, as if this happens all the time.
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