July dribbles - 24


Chimes over water, like Christmas bells in summer; “What is it Mommy?”
Chiming of ropes and tackles, wires, the song of wind and sails that long to flee. Mommy cries.
“What is it Mommy?”
Chimes of memory, a night on the yacht; his betrayal; her denial. She loves the child.

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