“Something to play with,” his father answers.
“Basketball?” the boy guesses. Dad chuckles. Goes back to the game on TV.
“Something sweet,” his mother replies.
“Watermelon?” the child ventures.
Mom shakes her head. Yawns. Naps.
“Bomb!” the boy decides. When that bulge explodes, it will blow up his family forever.
At 5 feet give or take, Ann S. Epstein is a fan of short, but she also likes long stories, stemmed roses, and summer days.
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