NaPoWriMo: Day 12

In Quarantine

“I can’t,” my son says.
“I can’t. We’re in quarantine.”
The girl blinks, eyes blank.

“It means we can’t play.”
He fiddles with the doorknob.
“Not until later.”

He closes the door,
But peeks through the hanging shade.
“I wish this would stop.”

In the yard next door,
The girl plays with her cousins.
My son watches her.

Day Twelve Prompt:  The suggestion was to write a triolet, but I’ll be honest, I fucking hate triolets.  This was something that happened today between my five-year-old son and his next door friend.

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