Avid Reader

Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.

“How was school yesterday?”

She grunted, kept reading.

“Is that a good book?”

A heavy sigh. Muriel held her head, slid the book into her lap so I couldn’t see it.

Maybe it was for school? Unlikely.

I looked out the window. Farms slipped past. It looked like rain.

Probably a young adult novel. Frenetic teen versus world.

“Want to go to Gelupo? You used to love their sour cherry.”

“Dad. Pleeeease?”


Picture is copyright by Jerzy Kociatkiewicz. (100 words)

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