023 – Sprinkler

sprinkler

Image by Ian Sane. Used with permission.

The older boy grabbed the stone and drove it downward. Over and over, he pounded the sprinkler while we watched nearby, soaked and silent. This was our space, yet not one of us would stop him.

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