Sunday, May 5, 2013

So the child sat waiting...

patiently...
on the bench in the park...
For her mother had promised that she'd be right back...
She had gone to get them ice cream, she said...
But as the warm afternoon morphed into a chilly evening...
her mother did not return...
The girl was seven...
tall for her age...
She proudly told people that she could easily pass for a NINE year old...
Nonetheless...
here she was....in Central Park....on a quickly darkening evening....ALONE....
A tear ran down her cheek...
Oddly, nobody NOTICED her...a child sitting alone for SO many hours now...
She found herself wondering whether her mother had been in some sort of accident....
or whether she had just finally ABANDONED her...
There had been signs....
Mother had cried a lot lately...
She had stopped making dinner...
The child would just have to eat whatever was left around the kitchen...chips, bread...
And they lived on PARK AVENUE, mind you!
where life was GOOD...and BOUNTIFUL...
(to be continued....)

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