Part Three of The Unseen Sea: adrift in the enneagram
The busy square is suddenly hushed. He watches as the four-year old girl with the golden hair runs ahead of her mother towards him.
“Grandad! I beat mummy!” she says, gleefully, climbing on his knee.
The constant pain from the arthritis makes him wince – she is getting heavier, but he makes sure that his eyes, though wet, do not show this. Instead, the emotion they display is one of wonder at the demonstration of symbiosis of his inner thoughts with the unfolding of the world in front of him.
Jessica’s mother, the old man’s daughter, is suddenly there, before him, sharing the intensity of her father’s love… and his wonder at what the world has just brought in on the tide.
“She beat mommy, yes,” she says, wistfully, staring into the face of the invisible devil seen only by…
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