by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Ré Harris

“What do you mean he wouldn’t hold it? Little kids love those.” Gordon’s mother eyed her husband sidelong, then placed the serving bowl of potato salad on the picnic table. She lighted another sparkler. “There you go,” she said, handing it to Gordon.

He covered his eyes with both hands, and backed away until his unexpected landing, bottom first, in the wading pool. When water covered his face, the compounded embarrassment unleashed violent sobs from him.

His mother hustled him indoors to get dry, scolding. “You’re so silly. Now you can just stay inside awhile and learn how to behave.”