A Story of Names

Less Than Pulp, Issue 59

Moon in the purple eye. Photo by me.

This past Tuesday, Jean took our son to the same trampoline park where I took him and his sister the previous week. While standing on the sidelines to watch him jump around like the little madman he is, she overheard a young woman call out to another little boy. The uniqueness of the child’s name made Jean’s ears perk…