“Annie, I need you to look at me. You need to tell Mama the truth now, you hear?”
The six year old girl’s big blue eyes filled quickly with tears. “I will, Mama. I didn’t mean to. It was me. I picked your favorite white rose.” Annie swiped her sleeve across her face leaving a long trail behind.
Mama drew Annie close in a hug and whispered into her hair, “Why do you protect him so? Why do you insist on telling stories?”
Annie looked at her brother. “He’s so little, Mama. He didn’t mean to. Please spank me instead.”
Lance’s 100 Word Song pick of the week is Tracy Chapman’s Telling Stories. If you, like I, have not seen/heard this music video, please gp and check it out.
There were so many ways I could have gone with this, but I have a child-like heart and a Gramma-like love for littles who have bigger hearts than mine. So, here’s Annie. What fiction do you have in your life? (looking at myself in the all-telling mirror)