His big firm hand folded around my tiny, delicate hand. We walked together to the corner ice cream store.
I felt so safe.
My hand melted into his and I felt the protection of his bulk.
I didn’t want this walk to end. “This is ecstacy,” I thought.
The counter in the store stretched from wall to wall, its white formica gleaming.
My head rose no higher than the ice cream counter stools mounted into the floor with heavy silver screws.
Patting the soft red padding lovingly, I waited for his strong arms to pick me up,
noticing the powerful muscles hidden under his coat sleeves.
He lifted me at the waist and placed me gently on the red seat.
Once seated, I twisted and twirled, spinning first to the left and then to the right,
kicking my little legs in glee.