fall i n g
The small child (younger sister, I presume) was standing in the middle of the steep sidewalk on the side of Bernal Hill. In that velvet pocket of the day when things are so quiet and mist hangs in the air, she almost seemed to be floating there, all decorated for the day that has not yet begun. Until her older sister, hurtling in for a hug, sent her to the ground, screaming. The girl just crumpled. The sister just stood there looking down at her. She lay on the ground, still wailing, so desperately defeated by the three feet between then and now. Oops.
(to be continued)
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