Just Glass

Just Glass I was six and new, she was old and not. It was so sad. A lesson I will never forget, and, or repeat. Grandma? No, don’t call me that. Ruby is my name. At more than five, and far less than seven, the world is large indeed. May I have a cookie? Who are you? Oh! You are “her”. …yes… get a cookie. A chair, a push, a shove once more. Climb like a monkey, make it, and score. The container, the giant jar, with a tremendous, heavy lid. Stuck very tight, but I won the fight! . The flight was short and ended badly. Crash. And, then, there was more. Yelling and screaming, clear from the door. I am sorry.