Waiting
The pink balloon bobs gently
in the breeze above his head.
The girl before him is crying,
screaming.
Tears spilling
onto the front of her pink dress
leaving dark wet patches.
He stares
captivated,
fascinated
The woman strikes him across the face.
He glares.
She walks quickly away
dragging the girl
in the pink dress
roughly along by the hand.
An empty swing
moves back and forth lazily
as autumn leaves
scurry in eddies
around the vacant playground.
He stands, watching, waiting.
A dog barks at him fiercely
baring its teeth
straining at its leash.
He watches the long shadows
follow the man and the dog
into the pink evening sunset.
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