Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Peter Pan

We stood by the wall and made shadows in the warm pink glow of the evening sun. 

John spread his arms wide with the confident abandon of a toddler, and I saw his perfect silhouette framed against the white wall of the house.

For a moment, he looked like Peter Pan, poised in shadow and ready for action.

"All children, except one, grow up" I said to myself.

And for the briefest of moments, I felt as though my heart would break.

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