Zoe’s Fairy Tale
“We’d meet in the old tunnels near the factory. There, we’d sit on the steps as the sunlight warmed our necks, and talk till nightfall. He’d always hold my hand, and walk back with me the whole way.”
Zoe zipped her dress. Her adopted daughter Paula was aloof, playing Farmville.
“But mom, that was years ago. He might have changed.”
“I can tell, honey. His eyes smiled when he asked. The love never faded. Only our dreams turned temporarily in different directions.”
Paula shrugged. She wondered if this was her single mom’s way to begin her fairy tale again.
(© 8th July 2015)