He was looking at a picture of his wife…thinking of their first date… first kiss…
and now that she is gone…all the things that he will miss…
“You look sad.” the young girl said to him as he sat upon ‘their’ rock
“Sometimes I get sad too.” she said…but he didn’t want to talk.
“Why are you here all by yourself?” He asked.
“What are you doing talking to me?”
“Don’t you have someplace else to go?”
“Someplace else you need to be?”
“Do you like ice cream?” she asked
“How long since you were born?”
“How dangerous is it to pet a snake?”
“Have you ever seen a unicorn?”
The old man tried his best not to answer…but there was something about her smile he adored…
and as the questions kept on coming…she was too hard to ignore.
“I’ve never seen a unicorn.” he said
“Snakes are dangerous…you know.”
“I like my ice cream chocolate…and I was born a long, long time ago.”
She kept asking questions because that’s what a little girl does
and as the old man kept responding he forgot how sad he was.
After a while from atop that rock he was now happily sitting on
he turned to thank the little girl
but he couldn’t
she was gone.
He looked but could not find her.
Where was she?
He didn’t know…but she took with her his sadness
she took with her his woe.
“It can’t be…can it! he wondered after sitting there a while
and returning to the picture of his wife he nodded,
“I thought I recognized that smile."
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