by solaris2001

The boy sat cross-legged in the sandbox and raised his filled hands over his lap, spreading his fingers slowly and raining grit on his pale thighs. From the nearby bench, his father looked up at the sun and followed the rays down to mark the angles of lilting maple shadows across the green. Between them, a gamin jogged down the path and glanced at her watch, catching the father’s wry smile following her every step. A priest paused from scripture and looked out his window, noticing the girl checking her pulse at the crosswalk as the bells struck the hour.