Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
He is one single year old, toddling freely around the wedding during the toasts. He stops by a rather good audience member and distracts her. She acknowledges him politely, seeks for his parents, shifts under his stare. His brown eyes stay locked on her face. He wears a button-up shirt, boots, a brown fauxhawk. When she reaches her hand down to him, he gasps her finger. He holds it tight and stands very still.
She murmurs to him, away from the congratulations on the microphone. She smiles. He gazes without a sound. She is of the age where people feel pity if you seem to enjoy children, but don’t yet have children. In this vein, she pushes her lips into a more subdued smile. She tries to temper her delight. And peers around to see if anyone else sees what sees–this silent little cherub who holds her in his sights.
–Colorado Springs, Colorado.