He’s eating popcorn. I bring him here on Sundays so I don’t have to think of things to say. The popcorn crackles like a bonfire. He dropped it once; I didn’t know if it was OK to leave him while I got some more.
His Mum said to get him back by three. I’ll be in my childhood bedroom at my parents’ house by four. One thing we have in common.
The credits. An artificial dawn in Screen 6. I search for coats under seats.
“You want to do something different next week?”
“No, it’s OK Dad, I like popcorn.”
Frenchie over 7 years ago
Nice one.. and welcome!