“Hey, Thirsty! You ready for another drink of water?”
I shook my head, too shy to speak, and scuffed my school shoes in the dirt. My folks had to go somewhere, and I was here with these neighbors who smiled and let me be. It was hot, and they kept gettin’ me glasses of water, and I had to be polite so I kept drinkin’ ’em.
They was nice and all, but I wanted to go home. I pushed my toes into the dirt and kicked up enough to start the swing going again. They didn’t even know my name.
This week’s Friday Flash is actually my memory of an afternoon I spent as a child. I don’t feel happy or sad about it today, but years later I visited this elderly couple and they still called me “Thirsty”. Apparently I don’t change much.
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