Thursday, June 16, 2011

grandmothers front lawn

Sitting on the front lawn of my grandmothers old house in West Saint John, a short film was being shot very quickly. Most of the city was there. A hot summer day complete with bus loads of kids, carnival rides and water fights. My mother sat with my father and baby sister on the steps amidst the crowd. She swore under her breath about all the children, my sister told her not to (as if).

A police cruiser came onto the scene and arrested one of the many construction workers charged with child molestation. I burst into an insane applause inciting cheers from the crowd which lasted forever. Justice had been done.

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