A Macdrabble tale

THE JOY

 

Oh the joy of taking my granddaughter to the park. It’s her London park. She knows every blade of grass. She drags me to the play area.

I struggle to keep up with her. She’s here. She’s there. She’s through the gate to the dog free zone.

She’s gone.

But where?

Where to look. What to do. It is so busy. There are so many children. My hair is wet. My heart is beating,

I hear a shout. 

Is it for me?

 

-Grandad, I’m up here on the pirate ship. Come on up with me.

 

I’m a kid again. Land ahoy!