Helen Fenwick

Sweet Abandon

The dog yaps excitedly dodging kicks as she descends.
“My turn,” yells Mike.
She laughs.  ” Give me the works Uncle Tony”.  He pushes her in a wide arc.
“Higher,” she calls gleefully.
“Not fair, my turn,” yells Mike.
She shrieks and throws back her head. She spins back up in ever-increasing
spirals.
She breathes in the piny fragrance of the denneboom. She swings in sweet
abandon.
“My turn!” yells Mike.
She leaps; lands at a run and calls, “Come Atom.”   She gathers nuts then
sits on the front step and cracks the shells with a smooth stone.  She
shares the white kernels with the dog.

She shares the white kernels with the dog. She gathers nuts then sits on the
front step and cracks the shells with a smooth stone. She leaps; lands at a
run and calls, “Come Atom.”
“My turn!” yells Mike.
She breathes in the piny fragrance of the denneboom. She swings in sweet
abandon.
She shrieks and throws back her head. She spins back up in ever-increasing
spirals.
“Not fair, my turn,” yells Mike.
She laughs.  ” Give me the works Uncle Tony.”  He pushes her in a wide arc.
“Higher,” she calls gleefully. He pushes her in a wide arc.  ” Give me the
works Uncle Tony.”
“My turn,” yells Mike.
The dog yaps excitedly dodging kicks as she descends.
Sweet abandon.

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