April 20, 2008
solitary bees, 35
They make their way to the garden where she thinks she heard him. He can tell the plants have been bent or broken. They follow this path a little ways and see a shoe on the ground. He picks it up and hands it to her.
It’s still warm sort of.
He smells it.
Well. He can’t have gotten far. You want to hold onto this? I wish we had a dog or something.
Just then they hear something muffled from beyond the trees and see the child wandering toward them, crying softly.
They walk toward the child and she hands the shoe to him, lifts the child in her arms.
There there my love. It will be all right.
She dries his tears.
It’s okay sweet thing. It’s okay my darling. We’ll get this straightened out.
She wipes his face with her sleeve and they carry the child back to the house.
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