Experimental fine art photography by evan james atwood 62352465


United States

The Innocence of a Child

November 30, 2018


One day. When I was as little as six years old. My great-grandmother sat alone at our dinner table, fidgeting with her hands as her eyes clouded with guilt and pain. 
"What's wrong?" I asked as my soft voice rained curiosity. She looked at me with tired, sullen eyes.
"I did something that made your mommy very upset with me. And I'm worried she will never forgive me." 
"Did you say you were sorry?" I held my grandmothers hand, she gave a weak smile as she clasped my little hands in hers.
"No, but it's a little more complicated than that sweetie." At the time, I was confused what she meant by those words. 


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  • ~Kate T

    I want to know more! I'd be amzing if you expandedo n this, but it's also a great short story. "soft voice rained curiosity" was my favorite line :)

    10 months ago