Photo courtesy of Jessica Haines.
“Michael’s Fairies,” (c) 2017
by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
“He wouldn’t come away from the puddles,” Ray complained. “He kept seeing things in the water. Fairies, unicorns, …”
“Kids and their imaginations,” I shrugged. How could I explain? Ray didn’t understand. Michael saw things, and that was that. The rain didn’t matter.
“What took you so long with the teacher?”
“Issues.” I shrugged, offering nothing more. “Thanks for waiting, though.”
Ray dismissed it with a wave. “Gotta go.”
Despite two years together, I knew he’d never grace my doorway with his presence again. And did it matter? He did not make the cut.
I closed the door.
“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered.
“Don’t you ever be sorry for being you, honey,” I said with a smile, because I knew that was all Michael had done. In a few weeks, I’d find a way to explain Ray’s absence from our lives.
Michael put his arms around my neck, and I returned the hug.
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