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Conner.plane
My grandson’s battered airplane no longer flies.

 

My 9-year-old grandson came home from school and said to his mother:
 
“I got this airplane from the treasure box today. It’s the first time all year that I had enough tickets to get anything. I spent some on lunch with a friend. It’s the first time I got to do that too. So I spent all I had left on this neat airplane that did loops.
 
“Then at dismissal, a 5th grader grabbed it from me and pretended like he was going to fly it, but he scraped it against the wall and bent the wings, so it doesn’t work anymore. He was a Purple Folder kid, so I know he has anger issues.
 
“Maybe I can earn some more tickets….”

 


A grounded blackbird
looks longingly at the sky—
three clouds bear witness.

 
Haibun © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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