If you’re fishing for the first installment, it’s here.

We raced though the woods, sun at our backs, trying to beat the stars. Sky was still staring at us, wiggling our minds. We made it home just in time for Mama’s questions.

“Hey Ma.”

“Hey Ma!”

“Hey yourselves. Where y’all been?”

“Over at Ms. Daisy’s catchin' sky.”

Sadie looks at her girls, trying to figure out just what the two of them have been up to. Nothing good, she thought.

“Y’all was doin' what, Missy?”

“We were over at Ms. Daisy’s catchin' sky. It was fallin’. Ms. Daisy has the best sky in her backyard; all blue with bubbles of white just waitin' to be caught.”

“What I told y’all about messin' 'round over at Daisy-Mae’s?”

“But, she’s got the best sky, Mama.”

“Hush that fuss and get on up there in the tub. 'Round here funkin' up my kitchen, smellin’ like outside. And, I mean WASH, Missy. No playin' 'round in that water!”

Sadie sighed. She’s a widow. Jackson died seven months ago leaving her with the girls: Missy, Lacy, & Totty. Totty will soon be one.

Mama is fine/fine as wine/put her on a quarter/put her on a dime/ Put her anywhere/but don’t waste her time.

The girls bathe, removing old dirt and specks of sky. Tomorrow will be a new adventure.

Author’s note: thanks to Littree for wanting “more.”

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I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •https://acorneredgurl.com

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