Inside Blue Stripes Cacao Shop, East 13th Street, in Manhattan. The above photo is one of two I took of the glass case closest to the entrance. Look at those carefully placed cherries! Are they real? Stop time. Go back.
We're little, my sister and I, maybe five and eight, six and nine, and our mom has only enough money for one ice cream sundae. The sundae comes with one cherry. A simple math problem becomes a painful moment for a mom who feels guilty about not being able to afford two. Guilt becomes a grid of power struggles. Power corrupts, damages, prevails.
to be continued...
We're little, my sister and I, maybe five and eight, six and nine, and our mom has only enough money for one ice cream sundae. The sundae comes with one cherry. A simple math problem becomes a painful moment for a mom who feels guilty about not being able to afford two. Guilt becomes a grid of power struggles. Power corrupts, damages, prevails.
to be continued...
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