Loving 

by Steve Mitchell

Not for nothing, the year I was born, in much of the country, I wouldn’t have been allowed to marry my wife. 

Because, you know, babies can’t get married

But, even if babies could marry, they were certainly not allowed to marry the as-of-yet unborn person, the purely future person, the still potential idea of a person…of another race. 

No, Sir. 

Not then. 

I’d have had to wait a year. 

We waited considerably longer. 

But it all worked out. 

All grow’d up and happily married…

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