Stainless Steel Dredge Shaker With Handle – Sweetens Pastries and Long Waits for Bus Rides
On the brusque-brown sour-smelling log felled years before by Nancy’s father, we sat with purpose. Ours, this day, was to wait for a bus which never came. But no Estragons were we, and the bus was no Godot. Happier sans school this shining day in May, we waited because of obligation only.
May’s morning courted us with blooms and birds and baking. The baking was to be done at school, and we were making brownies, the kind with the pastry-style crust on top, with the shaking of gentle sugar.
My job was simple. Bring a sugar-ready dredge. That I had, packed in my backpack. Clearly, though, with no bus in sight, a better use was found.
My left hand splayed against the log, and I began to sprinkle, as if in unction toward the coming day of play, to outline my fingers. Nancy pressed her right hand atop of mine, and my flecking shaped a new design, a white silhouette of friendship.
Wind, rain, and ants have wisped and washed away evidence of that day, but, so long as Nancy’s dad ne’er moves that log, I can bring out the dredge with new sugar to shake, and find again the day of waiting for a day in second grade that never came.
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