Object Writing Page 2 – Puddles

Walking from our neighborhood dumpster, my son and I come across a small puddle. My first thought was, “I wonder how deep does that puddle go.” Soon as I snapped back to reality, I feel cold water on my toes and my flip flops. My son solved my mystery, while achieving the trophy for the wettest and dirtiest 2 year old in our entire city. Now filled with anger and whatever dirt flew up my nose, I continue walking down the sidewalk. A flash of light starts to blind me making me look for it’s source. Was it a stray mirror? My phone screen held loosely in my hand? I look down to see it’s from a puddle, this time larger than the last one. Before I have time to grab my son to prevent another accident, he is mid-air, almost in slow motion. This moment was begging for me to relieve it before….

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Published by Katrellis Lawson Sr.

An Artist/Jack of all Trades, master of none with the willingness to learn more.

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