Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A set of parents wrangle their two sons near the checkout for the Burlington Coat Factory. While Mom makes final selections and pays, the tallest boy keeps moving toward the the rest of the mall. He’s trying to watch his shoes light up as he departs, so he stomps, not being very subtle about his escape.
Dad tells the tall one to stop, tries to get the shorter son to behave, insists that he “Sit. Right. There.” Yet, Right There is next to the displays of bagged cookies and candy. The smaller boy is appropriately mesmerized until he dares to reach for a treat. “Okay, that’s it, come on!” Dad swoops in, sweeps him up, the shorter boy giggling as they move. The tallest boy is finally free to make forward progress now that Dad is in tow.
They pass a tiny toddler who stands before a soda vending machine. His mother is nearby, on her phone, gazing at her son who is gazing at the bottles. He reaches into the change return. Thrifty from the start, both tiny and clever.
His mother puts on his jacket as she prepares to take her boy outside. He wants her to help him get his hands through his sleeves. He hasn’t quite made it. He is quiet and patient as she rolls up his sleeves. As his hands break through, he wiggles his fingers. He says, “Ahhh!” as though he’s swallowed the message of the beverage machine. He lets his mother wrap her hand around his, then he toddles along after her.