posted on Jul, 12 2022 @ 04:27 PM
“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be careful,” she smiled for the Nikon, then hopped on her bike; already off, her hair streaming behind her, straining
toward an unknown future.
Up the hill and a sharp right to the path and soon she was obscured by the thicket. Left would have taken her to Maya’s house but today she just
wanted to listen. She didn’t want to talk for nothing.
Around her the air was cool and humid. Leaves and branches rushed by; under the wheels of her bike the earth rustled and crunched; shade and sun took
turns playing with her; in short it was one of those blessed, forever summer days.
When she got to the spot she hopped off her bike and scrambled down the bank to the stream. Darting minnows and frothy bubbles encircled her now bare
feet. Everything rushing, pulling. She cupped her hands and scooped a minnow which tickled her palms. She giggled with the brook. Let the fishie
go.
Must have been some time later when she pulled herself free of the creek and up to her waiting bike and the cookies and Capri Sun. She shared crumbs
with a few stray ants as she ate. One took too much license by crawling on her leg and she brushed it away. A jay hopped from perch to perch and the
brook skipped on.
She felt the power of youth; infinite, becoming.
“Gram?” a voice floated down through the trees, “you okay?”
She shook her head lightly and came back into her armchair; her curly haired look-alike granddaughter snuggled into her side and an old photo clutched
into her aged hands.
“You kids ought to leave those screens behind and get out more,” she sighed, knowing full well how ancient that made her sound and how such
statements were received.
The old lady and the little girl stared out the window, together, thinking very different thoughts, while beyond the pane the smart city that covered
all but the forbidden nature reserves glittered sharply. The unblinking eye of a drone stared back.