A boy, no more than five, jumped in front of me at the grocery store.
He'd wandered from his mother. Not far enough to be out of sight, but far enough to make her uncomfortable.
The child pointed at me, yelling STOP!
I froze, hands up, a look of terror on my face.
His mother was furious at his actions. I could only smile as I walked away.
At times I feel like I have so little control. More so this time of year.
It was good to let someone else feel powerful, if only for a moment.
#smallstories