Ruth

She reaches up for her mother’s hand, just there beside that soft square pocket with its darkened button. Outside she’s asked did you understand what was said and how do you feel, yes and fine, thanks.  In school she gazes upon the Pennines, England’s backbone in more ways than one, her teacher says, proud.  Climb to the top where the clouds sit low.  If that is heaven, she needs just to wait and she will come and they will play again.

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