Sunday

Today in the park Ruby met a bulldog called Alice, Fred joined a family picnic, Scarlet swam and chased the ducks while I sat and shared stories with an old lady on a bench.

Her jacket was folded carefully alongside her, her church hat placed neatly in her lap, and her stockinged feet crossed demurely at the ankles.

She told me:

It’s the first time in ten years that I’ve ever taken my shoes off in the park.

Ever.

And then she laughed uproariously.

Freedom, she said, feels good.

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