Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Her daughter is in the back, buckled into a car seat, but facing forward and in the middle. The baby girl holds a blanket and rubs her fingers against the texture. The child is still, quiet, peacefully kneading her blanket while her mother waits impatiently for the stoplight to change. Her mother taps her fingers on the steering wheel, fidgets, moves the air conditioning vents away from her, then back to her. She glares at the light, at the line of cars in front of her, at the unlikelihood of making her left turn even when the light does turn green. She exhales loudly and with force.
The child laughs then, in joy over the simple blanket, a small and self-contained giggle. It breaks through the mother’s restlessness and transforms her face to a look of awareness, of gratitude. Her shoulders fall, even as she misses the light. At least she waits in good company.