What the Story Believes #5: Grounded Fire
Not what can be removed, but what can be left unsaid
GROUNDED FIRE goggles deep in her sling pack Red dashing for escape unexpected in stepped Poppy Indeed. emerging from convenient shadows Zophia spun her attention her husband he tousled Red’s curls something tugged then— Red stiffly before her Zophia leered flash of regret her fingers closed around the sling pack for a moment barefoot wide-eyed a cracked window sky that stretched forever she blinked best to forget Zophia— half-baked sentimentality or dangerous memory girded steel plucking the sling pack away Red crumbled the door swooshed closed not just about the goggles not just about Mum it was about she wasn’t wrong One day they’d all know. grounded dinner alone loved Mum, probably mostly didn’t like her Red pouted stabbed her food how to get the goggles back Then— Little One? Poppy Red hurled into him overwhelmed he dropped the goggles Red delighted squealed Shhhh! Mum mustn’t know. then— Echo so much heavier now Poppy saw Oh dear. his voice softened Well, some things… some things are for you to reach for.
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