The Pomegranate Trees
"Great." Your mother kisses you lovingly on the head.
You slip on your cleanest dirty clothes and your only pair of shoes. Your mother plops on her flower-covered straw hat as you walk out the door.
"What a lovely day."
"Mm, yes." You do not think it is a lovely day. The sun is too hot and too bright. There's not a single cloud in the sky. There are flies everywhere, buzzing noisily. A drop of sweat rolls from your forehead down the slope of your nose to the very tip. You swipe it away violently.
You start making up an excuse to return home-until a patch of shade catches your feet. You lift your head to see an army of trees standing close as sentries. They call to you.
"Mother."
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm starting to feel unwell. Would you mind if I returned home?"
"Why, no, dear, of course. You feel safe walking on your own?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, then. Rest up and I'll be home in time to make supper."
You turn back, pretending to walk home until your mother is just out of sight.Then, you change your path.
You slip on your cleanest dirty clothes and your only pair of shoes. Your mother plops on her flower-covered straw hat as you walk out the door.
"What a lovely day."
"Mm, yes." You do not think it is a lovely day. The sun is too hot and too bright. There's not a single cloud in the sky. There are flies everywhere, buzzing noisily. A drop of sweat rolls from your forehead down the slope of your nose to the very tip. You swipe it away violently.
You start making up an excuse to return home-until a patch of shade catches your feet. You lift your head to see an army of trees standing close as sentries. They call to you.
"Mother."
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm starting to feel unwell. Would you mind if I returned home?"
"Why, no, dear, of course. You feel safe walking on your own?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, then. Rest up and I'll be home in time to make supper."
You turn back, pretending to walk home until your mother is just out of sight.Then, you change your path.
