I was emptying my daughter’s school bag when a blue balloon sticker fell out.
Being the school holidays I suggested using it. She elected her upper arm, an expression of surprise in her eyes.
It just hovered there, looking lonely. Untethered.
Taking a black marker pen I drew a string line down her arm all the way to her wrist, encircling her slender hand and crossing in a knotted approximation.
“It will not fly away now… and neither will you.”

She left for her father’s place that night.
On reflection, I cannot remember ever wanting to draw on her before.



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