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YOPJ - The Web of Love

Beyond the fallow boxes, wooden fences billow steam into the morning light. Small, leafless fruit trees drip with dew. A small boy with long, platinum streaked hair has a soft, round box with a hole in the middle, that could fit in his hand; it's circled by a rubber band. In his other hand he has a somewhat sharp, sturdy broken dowel. Probably once snapped from a wooden hanger; a clever invention that amounts to a nerve wracking bow-and-arrow set in his parents eyes. Daddy leans down and speaks through the slightly open window.    
     
"Yes, daddy. I'll be careful!" the little man says sincerely. He motions to the billowing steam. "See my breath? I'm like a dragon!" He blows more steam into the morning air and continues talking. He's oblivious to the tears in his daddy's eyes. Daddy closes the window.  
     
This is the daddy who will go right outside and engage them in their play so very often. But more than once source of grief dampens all that from time to time.  
 
Lately he's been pouring over recent gifts from his late father. His heart is fragile, in spirit, if not in body. I say what I can but fail to cheer him. He won't talk. He just wants to be alone. He lays back down, determined to sleep somehow, for a while.      
     
The web is so precious, when one part breaks, we all suffer.
Written by EdibleWords
Published | Edited 5th Dec 2019
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