Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
There's that emotional conflict when a grandmother is confronted with her grandchild's inexorable loss of childhood. The infant she helped raise is now indisputably growing into adulthood. One knows that to be so, for she has announced that when she visits she would like her hair professionally cut and styled, and a visit to La Senza is also in the works for bras to be properly fitted to her size. But the child is not yet gone.
For, she asks, please, to have her baby blankie, please, please, mended. And when it is recommended she mend it herself she says she cannot, and this time she would be pleased to thread the needle, grandma, so ... please? After it's washed, then, growls the grandmother to the child's undisguised horror, for washing the threadbare memento of childhood would most certainly cause total, irrevocable disintegration. Grandma, please!
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