Innocence_Lost

Innocence Lost

...I have faint memories of sitting across a window table from a very lovely lady eating a dish of ice cream.

Mother says that my uncle who was home on furlough found out that I was at the café catty-corner across the street from my Ojiichanʻs barbershop with a strange lady eating ice cream.  He barged into the café and dragged me home where he scolded and spanked me for associating with a stranger who was also the town hooker.

The only memory I have of the incident is the lovely lady whom I knew walking about town who was always very kind to me.

©June 2021 by hisiamone